I didn’t blog about Thanksgiving. It was amazing. The Valkyrie, the Naiad, my MIL, my mom, my sis, her husband and two kids,my BFF, BFF’s niece, MIL’s German friend, and the German friend’s son. The son was an ass, but kept to himself. The rest of us had a blast. MIL cooked a bunch, and my mom, sis,and BFF all brought homemade food. We had a dozen dishes plus five pies. TONS of food. We did it buffet style. The only problem was that the dining room table wasn’t big enough for all of us, and the Valkyrie and the Naiad wound up alone at the kitchen table. It made me sad, but then Awesome Niece went to join them, and other people started wandering over there once they were done eating. At one point we were all in the living room carrying on, and then Mom, Sis, and I played a couple of hands of gin rummy (the game we used to play when Sis and I was children). Nephew wanted to play a hand of Go Fish, so we did that too. Can you believe I’d forgotten the rules? But, then, I think I was nine the last time I played Go Fish. So I think I can be forgiven.
The Naiad is here every weekend, now. I enjoy going to pick her up. I’ve been going alone because the cheapest (no tolls) way to get to her house is a bumpy road that would kill the Valkyrie’s back. I don’t mind, though, because she and I get to chat for more than an hour each trip. We’re becoming quite good friends, I think. We have shared interests in psychology and writing instruments, and of course we have the Valkyrie in common. Mostly we talk about trans stuff and books and psychology. It’s awesome. I picked her up last night and we talked mostly about HRT on the way home. And neuroscience versus philosophy on the concept of mind. And office supplies. And how if I get my libido back on T we’re going to bang. She’s awfully cute, and apparently likes oversized girly men. Oh, myyyyy.
Because of the depression and accompanying apathy I’m 6 days late turning in my paper. I’m trying really hard to give a fuck. I’m hoping to finish it today so it’s not a whole week late. Ever since I finished my last blog post I’ve been staring at my OpenOffice window, trying to figure out where to go next given what I’ve written so far. It shouldn’t be hard. I’m good at writing papers. I once wrote an 8-page paper using dictation software while holding a sleeping cat, and I got an A on that. Churning out a simple 3-6 page paper should be nothing.
My prof wants me to take my final class in person with her during the second spring semester, instead of taking it online in January. I’m thinking about it. Plus that would give me time to get on T and have my hysto. I like the prof, and I really miss the classroom environment. Online-only classes fucking suck. I think my education has suffered because most of my 3rd and 4th year classes have been online. I’ve learned a lot, but I prefer being in a classroom.
Okay, time to get back to my paper!