Yesterday was fun. Hung out with an old friend. Got my tattoos touched up. Made an appointment for my next tattoo. Bought sunglasses. Eventful.

Today, work. Was she'd once. I don't correct people. Pretty soon they'll look like idiots to she me. I'll simply not fit the bill.

I was unable to call my doc because the day was hectic. I need to remember that Tuesdays are pretty busy at work.

People from the census bureau keep hounding me. I refused to fill it out and send it in because for the gender question they said in bold letters "choose ONE". I cannot do that. I really do hope I'm here when they stop by again. It would make my day to have one of them try to choose a gender for me.

I'm sad I had to modify my first tattoo, but I'm glad it looks much more like v-o-n instead of D-o-g.