So, I just got home from my car breaking down and needing a tow. I'm on the verge of tears. I had a bottom surgery consultation in two days. Had to cancel it. Three places to be tomorrow. Cancelled. Surgery in three weeks. Fuck. I wish I could strip for money. I wish someone would take my writing for money.
Turns out my car need $900 in repairs. This isn't a disaster but it's not great either. Having it die in the middle of a busy intersection was terrible. But people from the local trans community and my found father helped me. I guess it was better than it dying in the middle of Tennessee.
I showed my advisor my thesis and she thinks I'll be ready to defend by the first week of April. I applied to graduate. I've also got two papers I'm waiting to publish and one that just published. I'm trying to stay calm and focused because my career is happening. My novel is moving forward. Boob surgery is happening.