on a sunday morning, I listen to the cat.

Mornings are the hardest, because I just ache. The pain is far less than I imagined, so that's good. This surgeon did a freaking amazing job. So if you need some plastic surgery in Texas, boy do I ever have a recommendation.

I've hardly read any books lately, which is weird. But I've spent A LOT of time online. I'm moderating a pretty active forum, I'm playing A LOT of games, and I'm even writing. (Granted most of the writing I'm doing is porn, but hey - I'll take it. I'm also working on a Jane Austen sort of parody. With less porn.)

I'm making plans to rearrange my work schedule for the summer, to start doing some real exercise, to learn to cook new things, to get a new passport, all the things. I am going to get a small celebratory tattoo as soon as I decide where to put it. When I get in shape a bit more, I can't wait to buy some new clothes.

There's something profoundly wild and amazing about how this one physical change, of all the stuff I've done in the past couple years, has made me happier and feel more at peace with myself than almost anything. It's like my self loathing meter went from 80 to 5 in the time it took to go to sleep and wake up in the operating room. I feel normal in a way that's absolutely new to me.

I have a lot of thinking to do about the other aspects of transition and what I plan to do in the future. It's all still amorphous and floating in my head, but I'll probably write about it when I feel more ready.

Now, I'm going to play some Audiosurf while the sun rises.