Due to logistics, ended up ~3h late with my evening estrogen pill. Could feel my skin crawling and the sort of sense that everything was irritating and concerning. Nocebo or effect. Interesting.
In other news, read heartwrenching fiction piece about a good dog and could not stop myself from repeatedly tearing up on the S-bahn. One step of a day of many complex frustrations, but in itself good.
Noting I seem vaguely to dress like one of my idols now. It seemed weird to me she would take her femmeness so high. Now I get why.
lost in transition 