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That awkward moment of being gender non-conforming when you you walk past a small child with no brain-to-mouth filter and they start asking their grandma, “Is that a girl or a boy?” over and over and over as you keep walking.

That awkward moment where you kind of want to respond to an email, but the way you would respond might let the sender know you basically hate something to an even greater extent than they already know you hate that something, and you are really not prepared to have that conversation.

My current feelings about my insurance company’s new choices re: what test strips (and thus which meters) it will cover:

Turns out some of my ear trouble may actually be TMJ trouble…which actually makes a lot of sense look at all the other things TMJ issues can contribute to.

Good news: I don’t have another ear infection.

Bad news: My ears are super filled with fluid because my Eustachian tubes seem to have an aversion to working properly/a propensity for getting blocked.

This is getting to be a recurring problem partly because decongestants tend to make my heart race.

Things that are so great to remember when trying to go to sleep: that you haven’t heard back about your application for unconditional admission in your grad program and it’s nearing two months since they were supposed to have processed said applications. And you are also close to needing to apply for candidacy and graduation…but you can’t do that until unconditionally admitted…and you wonder if they lost your form or typoed your email address…and just generally get anxious over it and email your advisor because you need to fix this and you want to not be the only one anxious about this.

Merry Christmas to me, indeed @_@

Burned the whole top of my left thumb because I left my soup for too long and it stuck to the pan. Scraping at it resulted in a splash.

Ow shit shit ow.

I keep having the problem where I don’t think about at first then suddenly realize that every year of the 1990s is gradually working its way to being twenty years ago.

I’m walking through the wine section in Publix and this old dude walks by me and says, “You don’t need any of that stuff,” and just kept walking.

And I’m like, “Do you know me from some tea-totaler place…or did you just assume I was underage because I’m short and baby-faced?” With a side-order of did old dude think I was a tween boy, ‘cause that has happened before, too.

Not-Dear Campus Police,

If you don’t handle parking tickets at your station you should note that on your tickets, because currently the back of the tickets say that, to contest a citation, you must 1) mail the appeal, or 2) “Go in person to the issuing department office.”

Said issuing department office does not, in fact, work that way, apparently.

That’s a problem.

No love,

P.S. The school internet thinks your ticket website could be a potential threat because of its certificate having issues. I find this hilarious.