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beandelphikiI just discovered this week that I have to notify the federal government of my name change, so I have the right name attached to my social identification number. Well, SHIT. You'd think when I changed my name, they would have informed me of that.
No, I just got the paperwork and I'm supposed to figure out on my own who needs to be notified - that would be everyone, apparently.
And if my uncle hadn't changed his name and been able to inform me of that, I never would have had a CLUE that my social insurance was under the wrong name. Grr.
My sister is horrendously sick, and has been for about two weeks now. A couple of nights ago, she puked all over her bed. *wince* It's a loft bed, too, which means the mattress will be a bitch to get down and cleaned and back up again.
She also managed to spill something on the computer. (In front of which she's been living, and, obviously, eating.) We had to turn it off for quite a while to let it dry out. Hope nothing gums up.
I've been sleeping like the dead for several days, and having been finding it hard to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. I discovered why recently; this week is the Week of Yuck. I guess it's easier to notice how tired you get beforehand when you're on break, and aren't tired for other reasons.
I don't know what I want to do with this journal, I really don't. I mean, in no way do I want to get rid of it. I want to get my transition back on track, maybe start hormones soon, and I'd want to document all of that. But I'm just barely using it right now.
No, I just got the paperwork and I'm supposed to figure out on my own who needs to be notified - that would be everyone, apparently.
And if my uncle hadn't changed his name and been able to inform me of that, I never would have had a CLUE that my social insurance was under the wrong name. Grr.
My sister is horrendously sick, and has been for about two weeks now. A couple of nights ago, she puked all over her bed. *wince* It's a loft bed, too, which means the mattress will be a bitch to get down and cleaned and back up again.
She also managed to spill something on the computer. (In front of which she's been living, and, obviously, eating.) We had to turn it off for quite a while to let it dry out. Hope nothing gums up.
I've been sleeping like the dead for several days, and having been finding it hard to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. I discovered why recently; this week is the Week of Yuck. I guess it's easier to notice how tired you get beforehand when you're on break, and aren't tired for other reasons.
I don't know what I want to do with this journal, I really don't. I mean, in no way do I want to get rid of it. I want to get my transition back on track, maybe start hormones soon, and I'd want to document all of that. But I'm just barely using it right now.
