I finished moving into my new room this afternoon, suffice to say I'm buggered. I gave Marilyn a call this morning, and they offered to come around and help, suffice to say I was grateful. The bed was therefore shifted much quicker than I expected and we were able to have a very relaxing chat at the ANU Bar around midday. It was another hot day today, but thankfully I did not feel as bad as yesterday. I am glad that the weekend is just around the corner.
For all my friends, if they want my new phone number please email me, I'm sure to forget to tell you otherwise.
I went shopping for food not long ago, and I noticed that Civic seemed to be more full of louts than usual. I then remembered that this weekend is the delightful "Summer-Nats". This is a well known car and hot-rod festival which attracts car-heads and other unmentionables from all over Australia. I am certainly not saying that if you are a car-head that you are automatically an asshole, but tragically there is nevertheless a strong correlation. Suffice to say I won't be planning to go into Civic alone on Friday or Saturday nights.
In other news - On the Anti-Jen Adult list there's been a lot of erm… "debate" about cosmetic surgery and happiness. Despite all of it I think I've pretty much settled onto the three surgical bits that I want done. I'd like a trach shave, get my breasts upgraded to a C-cup, and then good old SRS (or an orchi will do for the moment). Will it make me happier having this done? Yes. Will it make me completely undetectable? No. Can I be happy with the compromise? Yes.