Jenn Dolari @dolari@driveinsaturday.org

Jenn, 5PM: "Wow, super productive day, got all the chores done and rewarded myself with a nice dinner. I'll just sit down and watch the news and then have some fun..."

Jenn, 8PM: ::Wakes up:: "...did I just pass out for three hours on the couch?"

I'm not surprised, really. It felt less like a social media platform and more like a news-aggregator. It was a farily good news aggregator, but I always got the idea that that wasn't exactly what they wanted to do with the service.

I never felt I fit in there....

https://www.theverge.com/2024/4/19/24135011/twitter-alternative-post-news-shutdown

Last Boost: I'm 25 years of waiting for my surgery due to lack of insurance, money and medical issues.

FINALLY all caught up on my To-Do-s since coming back from Texas. Friday is a chores day (mostly groceries), but I'm now ready to hit the ground running Saturday (which is the beginning of my "work week," thank you for that Nintendo).

Spent a lot of today installing a companion to "The Archive" with another similarly named drive. :)

That's a helluva breakfast.

Or maybe I just forgot to remove a joke entry from last night.

It's funny how the mind plays tricks on you, changes your preceptions. You interpret your place in the world, and create memories from what you do in life. And even those memories are interpretations that can change over time.

I was running around some of my old haunts back in Texas. There was one spot where I got out and walked around the street I grew up on. Memories upon memories upon memories.

And in them, I'm a young girl.

I mean, I've always mentally been a girl. But physically, not so much. Not until 1997, and these are memories from the mid 80s. I see those memories of Dave and me, Steph and me, friends and me. And in each one, I'm a girl. But in the pictures, which are a bit more concrete than memory, I'm not.

I wonder if any other transfolks have these "re-written" memories.