Well, I made my boss giggle last night.

We were in the bedding aisle, and she pointed to a set of zebra-print bedding and made a "ohhh" sound.

Wrote a little belated happy-birthday story for Drea, and its up now.

Huggles, Tante!

Some random thoughts:

Anybody Irish reading my blog? I have a story idea that takes place in Ireland, and I would love to get some basic facts right ...

I'm trying to keep a lid on the "drama queen" stuff, but I do need to let you guys know I'm struggling keeping tears in check today. I don't know if its the flu I'm fighting, or the fact I think I strained something in my stomach at work last night, or the fact that I forgot I was supposed to go over to a friend's for supper last night and am beating myself up over it, or if its my hormones or if it's my bipolar thing, or if its a combination of the above, but I'm not doing well right now.

All hugs, good wishes, and prayers are appreciated.

I love having long hair. I love the way it moves, the way it feels, and how feminine it makes me feel. Unlike many people, I never dared having long hair when I was trying to be a boy, so all of this is new to me. Maybe someday, the novelty will wear off, and I will be tired of pushing it out of my face, but until that happens, I am gonna luxuriate in my long hair, and be so grateful I took the chance on letting it grow.

I am in some pain today, and its worrying me a little.

First, my right knee feels off, and I've had trouble supporting my weight (not that my weight is feather-like, or anything).

Just a question. If someone used the wrong pronouns regarding you, how would you respond? I went out for supper tonight and got called "sir" several times before my server seemed to have a change of heart and called me "Ma'am".

What would you have done?

After thinking about my autobiography carefully, I've decided it will be made available here on Big Closet only. Sorry if that disappoints, but I have to try and balance my daughter's privacy vs my need to tell my story.

I'm going to publish chapter 1 today, and post a chapter every other day until its done, for those who do want to read it.

Huggles to all.

Well, I am excited and nervous about today.

Why, you ask? Because today is "Barbie" day - I got invited to come over to my pastor's house for a makeover.

The title of this entry is "Saved by the J.L.A.?", and I'm sure someone reading that would wonder what was going on with me lately. I can see someone saying, "Geez, Dorothy. A couple of days ago you were talking about being rescued by Capt. Kirk from Star trek, and now you're saying a bunch of comic-book superheros saved you?"

But hang with me, it'll make sense.

See, I have been really struggling lately because I accidentally opened a mental door to one of the more dark areas in my brain, and seeing the amount of toxic sludge I have built up made me feel ill.

If you were to describe me in the fewest words possible, what words would you use?

I actually kinda need to know, its for a story idea I got ...

okay, twice in the last two days I have had dreams involving me becoming pregnant. In the first one, I found myself in Bible times and am blessed by a priest of God and told I will have a son. In the second one, I was possessed by a female ghost that somehow resulted in me becoming pregnant.

I am not an expert on dreams, and I know dreams dont always mean much, but two dreams in two days might mean something. One answer could be that I "give birth" to my stories, so maybe I will have a "son" that way.

Or maybe it means nothing at all, who knows?

I think James T. Kirk (as played by William Shatner) saved me last night.

I had read a story that got me thinking about my rapist, and as I sometimes do, I got very, very angry at him.

Have you ever had to write lines as a punishment? Well, I have, its not fun, which is sort of the point - to try and hammer into your head that the thing you did was wrong.