So. I basically have no urge whatsoever to rehash my weekend. "Was it bad?" Not at all. On Friday, MelRo returned earlier than expected -- I had only been home from work for about 30 minutes. To be honest, stuff that happened on Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday afternoon sort of all blur together. We basically just spend most of the weekend either unpacking parts of the apartment or sleeping or talking. She was exhasuted and slightly sick. I got up early on Sunday and went to the old place and tossed a lot of the big furniture and moved the last carload. I still need to clean the place, which I will try to do tonight, even though I really don't want to.
On Saturday night we went to L__ and R___'s poetry performance and it was awesome. There was a great moment where L___ read this poem she wrote for me about a year ago when I came out to her as trans. I knew she would be reading it, and I haven't read it in a long while -- so it totally felt different this time. I actually got a little misty-eyed, which is very hard to do to a trannyboy on T. I love her.
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On Saturday night we went to L__ and R___'s poetry performance and it was awesome. There was a great moment where L___ read this poem she wrote for me about a year ago when I came out to her as trans. I knew she would be reading it, and I haven't read it in a long while -- so it totally felt different this time. I actually got a little misty-eyed, which is very hard to do to a trannyboy on T. I love her.
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