Low morale tonight in general. Sweet but chatty aunt came by and ate up almost all my workday hours, and then I felt icky from my lingering sinus infection and slept for another two hours.

Meanwhile, current gender: "a shoebox full of memories that has been stuffed into the back of a closet, on the unwarranted assumption that it will surely be retrieved and sorted through someday." If I pulled it out right now, I honestly don't even know what the fuck I'd do with it except cry.

Nah, fuck it. I don't have time for sadness. My gender, by fiat, is LARGE FUCKOFF CAT. It's 2019, I have this inexplicably lingering ( <3 ) group of friends who is glad to enable it, pay no attention to the hairy aging dago behind the curtain. I was never much of a real-world person to begin with.