So at queer discussion group Saturday night I got to have a nice long rant with two other people about how uncomfortable Luna made us and how poorly it was written. It was super super satisfying. And then the Second Cup where we were meeting gave us free baked goods, which was also satisfying.
And then I came back to my mum's where I was house sitting, ordered some cheap guys clothes online from the bloody Gap, of all places, and spent the hour between six and seven AM writing out a whole long-winded explanation of my gender identity, with plans to email it to my mum when I woke up. And then I slept, woke up at three (I'm a writer; stfu; it's allowed) and decided that i was making a big deal out of nothing and my gender really isn't a thing that I ought to be making any sort of deal about. Which just means i'll send it to her when I'm next super sleep-deprived.
And then I watched Torchwood! Torchwood, you guys, I am filled with so much unreserved glee over how that ended. There really is something wrong when Torchwood has me far more excited and fascinated than Doctor Who, I must say.
I also got an email from the University in England that the creative writing courses for which I submitted portfolios are no longer being offered this term. So now I've got to put together a portfolio of poetry and one for longer fiction, and possibly something for a workshop class (I've no idea how a workshop class would differ from any other class). And I'll have to start entirely from scratch, as I lost six years of writing when my desktop died in April and all I've got on my netbook are tens of thousands of words of ridiculous bandfic and a few essays from last year. And I leave in less than two weeks, and i've still got to call my bank, order copies of my transcripts, call my home university to find out what's up with the scanner I was supposed to have like forever ago, get pocket-sized photos of myself taken for my student ID card and train pass, and likely a million other things I'm forgetting. Plus help my mum move this weekend. Christ.