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So. That secret project. It's clothing related. And it turns out that I'm either very good at this. Or the pattern is so simple, anyone could do it. I ended up with an outfit just cutting down old unused sheets and safety pins to hang it all together.

The expense comes from buying material. And there's that whole learning to sew thing, too....

Should keep practicing until the money frees up.

How to freak Jenn out: Have her check her

How to freak Jenn out: Have her check her stats and show a 32% idle/wrap for a day.

How to make Jenn feel MUCH better: Point out that she was only logged on the phones for 10 minutes all day and 32% of that is 3 minutes.

::whew::

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¡Más ágil que una tortuga! ¡Más fuerte que un ratón! ¡Más noble que una lechuga! ¡Su escudo es un corazón! ¡Es el Chapulín Colorado!

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Comics are look bad for tomorrow. Can't catch just two seconds to do anything more than a half-assed job at pencilling. Gonna try, though.

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No one must know if fell out of my chair onto my ass at work. Not I, the man who drafted the Paris Peace Accords.

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REALLY unhappy with these comics this week and it's a comic that needs much better treatment than normal. May do a filler instead.

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It's wierd.

I was at a washroom at work, getting ready to leave, when I looked in the mirror. I saw me staring back, as usual. I was dressed rather nicely, wearing a faux wraparound blouse. Full makeup. Hair nicely taken care of.

I don't like mirrors. Usually when I catch glimpses of myself like this, I grimace. The realities of going through puberty as a male left a lot of irreparable physical damage on me I don't care to be reminded of. Looking into mirrors reminds me that, while I'm very close to being me, I'm still very very far away.

Today, I looked at that reflection. And. Well. I'm okay with it. It's not perfect. And far from ideal. But, it's not all bad. And this isn't the first time I've had that feeling looking in the mirror.

I'm guessing that coming out to my family has helped me accept ME. The last major block of people who remember me as my male self, now know me as my female self. And I think the knowledge that there's no need to go back to the old me, has made it easier to BE me.

I like this feeling. :)