I'm not taking my laptop out of its bag today. That still leaves me with work email on my tablet and phone, but it's a start.
Hey--if you're in need of a break, take a booty break (audio, undies ahoy).
Okay, let me work out breakfast. There really needs to be tea, ASAP.
I took a two hour-nap. I feel much better now.
Holy cow, rain delay at a screamingly crucial moment in Andy Murray's match.
Thank god Wills and Kate left before the rain.
I took a booty break. My favorite (in motion) was the guy with the orange t-shirt and fleur de lis on his jeans. So many of them couldn't dance!
Short break to take an ibu for my arm. I am busting pages! I have till 5 and then I am going to the BBQ. WHERE I WILL DRINK ALL THE SANGRIA.
AIFG! (which is, yes, "And it's fucking GREAT!"
Yeah, I do get offended when people tell me they could never be attracted to a disabled person, because a few on OKC went on about how gross they find the thought, or conversely, that they are using the thought of dating me to prove their bravery, or openness or lack of superficiality.
Nobody needs that.
But it isn't that I think I'm so gorgeous. If people are going places and hearing "Transwomen...yuck," a lot I feel bad, but desire is both simple and complicated.
my bathroom is scrubbed down. sweaty.
Ok, I've eaten something for the first time today and downed something like 4 liters of water. Time to marinate in bug spray and go do yardwork. Uhg.
Crap, I still don't feel that good. And I'm really committed to fireworks. Maybe I can just meet them late.