Well, I got the dogs some new beds; I finished organizing/cleaning my room.

I feel bad; I don't know why. (I do know why; I just don't want to write about being trans right now; there isn't anything that I can do about it)

I spent all day today reading; the rest of this week not doing much of anything.

I don't know what I'm waiting for; I just feel vaguely anxious all the time. I want to be someone/something else.