Working: not as much as I should be, really. Trying to ramp back up into actual paying work because, you know, rent. Feeling terrible about stuff I've dropped on the ground, emails I owe, etc. Augh. Step by step, Skud, step by step. Also, not sure if it's work-work but it's computery so I'll count it: I upgraded my laptop to Mavericks, my iPhone to iOS 7, and switched to using Tweetbot for twitter. Mixed feelings on Tweetbot; wish I could invent some frankenstein-monster hybrid between it and Echofon. Echofon's got a smoother UI in general (fewer clicks to get shit done), but Tweetbot has the all-important keyword muting.
Playing: Reading lots of fic (mostly re-reads and comfort fic) for relaxation/enjoyment. Playing (in another sense) a lot of music. This gender swing brings music back with it. I've missed it a lot, actually. I don't know what music my femme self likes (maybe nothing much?), but my butch self likes all kinds of cool shit. Tonight I listened to The Coup and Fugazi and, ok, the Buffy musical episode but only because iTunes brought it up kind of randomly. Also been playing the guitar again, mostly just doing some basic drills and stuff, buildling up calluses again. Had to take a couple of days off because I actually got blisters and lost some skin, but I'm back at it again today.
Planning: I... not much. Hmmm. I just don't seem to have the mental space/energy for it right now. I've been thinking a lot about haircuts though! I think I want a sort of Jedward haircut, actually. Just trying to figure out whether to dye first or cut first. Think I'm going to take a quasi-hippyish middle ground and break out the Lush "caca noir" black henna (actually henna+indigo) which gives a naturalish dark black-brown, rather than going back to the old bleach-and-brights.
Reading: Fic. Lots and lots of fic. Fic I've already read before, for the most part. Comfort reading.
Watching: that "Stephen Fry in America" series from like 2008. I can't quite remember why I started but once I did I felt honour-bound to complete it. I find Fry hard to watch. In his most negative moods he reminds me of my asshole father. On the other hand, dad never has the whimsy or the childlike joy that Fry has when he likes something. The show was weird to watch. So many layers of cross-cultural experience/opinion, between Fry's visiting eye and my ex-expat one. Meh. Not what I'd call a really enjoyable viewing experience, but not an altogether bad one. On a completely different note, this vid by thuviaptarth about militarism in the Avengers universe. Highly recommended.
Making: Bought some wool last time I was in Melbourne and have been knitting a cowl from it. The wool is a sport weight long-colour-shift 100% wool in cool red, blue, and grey. The cowl is tight/single-wrap, in a simple slip-stitch pattern that breaks up the colour a bit and provides some texture. I'm hoping to wear it when biking around Ballarat etc; wanted something non-flappy for the purpose. It's pure comfort knitting and feels lovely and squidgy.
Health: went to see the free therapist at the local community health centre on Monday, and OMGGGGG she is the BEST. Like, I never really understood that crush-on-the-therapist trope until now? But wow, she is great. Forthright, feminist, generally appreciative of my outspoken/analytical ways. Wants me to send her my dorky gender spreadsheet. Listened to me ramble about my gender stuff, reached into the mess I'd dumped on the ground, and pulled out the tangle right at the middle IN OUR FIRST SESSION. Gave me homework so intense that it feels like fucking on the first date. Which, you know, I'm into. Even though this is shit I have NEVER talked about and she just picked it out of the mess and said "ok, let's deal with this first." Basically I don't know whether to be terrified or all heart-eyes, but it is basically good. Also, I joined the gym yesterday, which in any other week would have been newsworthy, but this week is not so much. And my uterus is doing that thing it does, which tbh I am mostly annoyed with because it is interfering with my newly-revived solo sex life. WHATEVER UTERUS, YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME.
How's your week?