It's strange not to have to rub the testosterone cream on every day.
I have noticed a few hairs on the insides of my elbows. Weird?
I hung out with my lovely friends, some of which I haven't seen in quite some time. Darn school (for others) and distance and all.
Nineteen days until my boy comes.
I need to be searching for jobs. I have a degree. I really should be getting paid more. And should be doing something I actually like.
The world sort of depresses me. I don't really follow the news. Just the occasional random bits, even though my homepage is BBC. I probably should get back into such things. And try to find gainful employ in that realm perhaps.