happyfish

So the show last Thursday was awesome. There were lots of people there, and the numbers were wicked. So much fun! I decided not to go to Denny's afterward and go home instead.

Not much exciting is happening, really. I've been spending almost all of my free time doing schoolwork. Soul Patch isn't doing anything in the November show (because we need to do Thriller at Rocky Horror, which I'm probably not going to). Which means there aren't any drag practices to worry about. It's sort of good and yet the socializing was kind of nice too. Not being on the board is so liberating, though. No regrets there.

I went to go see Glenn yesterday for the first time in months. And it was really cool. I filled out a survey when I got there about what I wanted help with (ie housing, work, mental health stuff). And there's nothing, really. Even with being completely stressed out, I'm still managing to handle everything. A year ago I still wasn't doing that well, honestly, but now I'm fine.

Pretty cool, actually.

And I think transitioning has a lot to do with it. It's just this weight off of my mind:  I don't have to worry about whether I'll regret it or not, even though I think I always knew that it was something I wanted to do. I'm just so much happier now.

I lost my bus-pass today, which is annoying. Stupid bus-driver bitched at me for taking too long, too. Not a great start to the day. Meh. Hoping I can get a new student ID from school before the day's out. I really need to go run errands now.

Apparently my inner clock has decided that I sleep from three in the morning until one in the afternoon. And no matter how much I try to tell my body that no, that really doesn't work for me, I can't seem to get it to do otherwise. The only way I can sleep before one in the morning is if I take a sleeping pill or am drunk. And there's just something wrong with the fact that I have to drug myself to do what I used to do naturally. I'm really not looking forward to waking up tomorrow at eight.
I'll be out of my meds in three days. I'm going to have to ignore my terror of calling people and see if Dr. J can take me as a patient. Ugh. Don't want to think about that one too much.
Enough whining. I'm done my homework for the weekend. Whee! There's more I could do, but I'm lazy and it's not due until Tuesday so I'm not going to do it till Monday night. (yay procrastination). Now all I need to to is find my room under all that mess and then I'll be on my way to being ok. ish.
I broke up with Dom on Friday. I don't want to write about it. Or even think about it as much as possible. I know it's going to really suck once it sinks in that, yes, I have done this.
Till then, I distract myself.