Ah, yes. It feels good to be glowing again, childrens. I had forgotten about all the nervous energy, though. I can't remember if I'm happy or irritated or horny or what. Oh, whatever.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that transition is very... bumpy. These ups and downs will kill you (me). I am constantly busy doing NOTHING, with no real life prospects (despite rapidly snowballing career and love affair). I wake up feeling guilty about the things I didn't do yesterday, and go to bed guilty about the things I didn't do today, and in between I work a LOT and get paid approximately nothing.

+ possibly pregnant again. I know, I know. This is the last time. I am opposed to fucking around with hormone levels, but if I can't trust myself to remain barren, then I'm going to have to put it in the Pill's hands. If you-all were able to grok the sheer amount of sex I am having with this guy, then it wouldn't seem so outrageous. Still. That's easy to say when you don't have a half-Turkish blastocyte busily dividing cells in your uterus.

I can't tell you how many times I've considered just having a hysterectomy.

Anyway it's good, I got my dream job and now all I have to do is put together a workable plan of action for August and September; I suspect things will unfold from there, career-wise.

Now I'm going to go drink a beer and attempt to put my head through a wall or something.



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onelove king anti