I’ve been staying in the gaybourhood (that’s how you spell it because it’s Canada) of my soon-to-be hometown, and I might end up renting an apartment in this area. Maybe that will give me an opportunity to explore my increasing gayness.
Pride festivities this weekend have involved quite a few older men walking around naked. It’s been an experience.
This is the first time since Friday night that I haven’t had relatives in my house. It’s glorious. Unfortunately, though, I’m too tired to get anything written. I’ll probably just go to bed at 10:30 like the elderly person I secretly am.
Now the last of the visiting relatives have left for the airport and are out of my hair… at least until my mom starts calling to harass me about the Canadian work permit application and booking a trip to look at apartments, which she will almost certainly do tomorrow.
This is the first time since Friday night that I haven’t had relatives in my house. It’s glorious. Unfortunately, though, I’m too tired to get anything written. I’ll probably just go to bed at 10:30 like the elderly person I secretly am.
I sort of use my anxiety meds as annoyance meds. Guy playing music from his phone on the train without headphones? Time for gabapentin!
An attractive woman hit on me at the big university reunions party. She has a girlfriend, so that didn’t go anywhere. But it’s a good sign that I’m giving off gayer vibes than I used to, because I’m gayer than I used to be.
I have absolutely nothing going on tomorrow. So of course I will fold and put away the laundry I washed a week ago, finish the giveaway fic I owe someone, and clear up all the crap I have lying around my apartment before the cleaning person comes to make it vaguely presentable for the relatives who are coming for graduation.
Haha, who am I kidding? I’m probably going to sleep until 5pm and waste the rest of the evening dicking around on the internet and watching TV.
Tfw there’s a conversation you want to have with someone because the situation is making you upset but you know it’s going to take a lot of emotional energy to have the conversation and you might be even more upset afterward if the conversation goes badly and you never have the time and/or energy and/or emotional strength to deal with it.
I’m having a shit day* so I’m getting drunk alone (or rather, with my cat). I feel this is the mature adult solution to my problems.
* Except for the part where my voice teacher helped me gain the confidence to sing the high B’s in choir. That was good. The anxiety meds also helped.
The person taking care of my cat sends me pictures. They sustain me in my exile… I mean, absence.
I don’t know how my cat is doing, but I definitely have separation anxiety.
It’s a good thing I’m staying in my childhood bedroom… I ended up getting one of my old stuffed cats down off a shelf so I could gt to sleep. I’m 29 years old. I have problems.
Loki is the Philosopher King 