January 24th, 2013

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Feeling very slow and low-energy. Not *bad*, just pooped. Took the 8:30am bus to Salem to meet Tabby, a potential roommate. She's transgender, which I find mildly confusing and the confusion itself exacerbated by it being none of my business anyway. Your sexuality, whatever it pleases you to have for one, is relevant to me iff I desire to have sex with you, and you are at least sufficiently non-averse to the idea to consider it worthy of discussion. And *my* sexuality is at the moment terrified of me and has found a good place to hide.

So, three hours conversation with Tabby, bus rides to and fro, and I'm ready to fall over. Might as well.