Self-care

Have been a bit flat at work all week, and yesterday was officially the 'glummest day of the week'. There have been some moments of shining happiness though.

Caught up with Miss A last night. Was great to chat. Was weird to walk down the street with another glittery girly (wow, I still find it hard to publicly self-ID as femme).
Usually a beer at Girls on Top lets' me find numerous circles of friends. Last time I went - a couple of weeks ago - it was quieter, and last night it was a ghost town - with the additions of a few straight boy blow-ins who ogled rather innapropriately.

Wednesday and the Slox - while also quieter - was suitably trashy and I felt it all day at work on Thursday. During the night some aquaintances asked if I was a scene queen. Later watching the (rather hot) drag shows while sitting on Butch N's lap with Little Miss R draped over my shoulders, I thought 'Yes. Yes I am."

A new word that I've learnt to use since dating a social worker: 'self-care'.
I think I need to do more of it.
Less partying + more sleep + more proper meals = less glum days.