Uggghhhh.

That coworker is still sick, so I'm pulling in 80 hours this week. Back to back doubles until at least next week. Heh, and not a dime of overtime.

Ah well, I suppose I'm rich in other ways.

Anyhoo, I'm going to the bank today to send in the final wire transfer to my Doc. Oof, I cannot believe how quickly time has flown. Just a few months ago I felt like I was in a rut, not moving anywhere, and decided it was time to put my rear in gear and get this done now, as opposed to eventually.

Well, maybe it's just the high one gets from staying up all night and nursing a cup of coffee, but I feel pretty good right now. I believe I made the right decision to get this work done. My Mom has been worried ever since I told her- not just about my safety but that I might regret this whole transistioning thing after I do something semi-irreversible.

I really don't see that happening, but then again, the only thing I've found that I believe in for sure are possibilities (even if those possibilities are just illusions), so I won't say it's impossible.

Just exceedingly unlikely.

I'm excited about all this. I suppose though if things go horribly wrong and I die or something, yeah, maybe I'd have some regrets- if I have the time to feel them. But hey, something horrible is always around the corner. I suppose the trick is living a long, healthy life before it gets you.

Yeah, I can be a little dark at times.