Other than missing the goddamn coach to Sydney by 2 minutes this morning, I had a most excellent day (it turns out the 2 buses through Lyneham go once an hour during the day, within 5 minutes of each other, WTF? They leave from the same place, also within 5 minutes of each other. Also, the supposed arterial road of Northbourne Ave can have 20 minutes go by with no buses, except when three come at once, and also
no frigging taxis.)
I have my period, but it's pretty mild this time, and perhaps the Neurofen took the edge off my potential stampy-feet, because I went home, collected my car and
drove to Sydney (passing the bus just north of Goulburn). It was warm, but not too warm, and was actually a nice day for a drive. Some of the gum trees are flowering on the way through the Great Dividing Range - very pretty.
I got three piercings done - daith in my left ear, and two microdermals in my chest, a few centimetres below my collarbone, if it were visible. I can't even feel the daith (although I'm sure I will once I try sleeping on that side), but the microdermals are a bit stingy. I was thinking of getting them done in my arm, but Robert at
Polymorph reckoned they tend to reject more due to the wear and tear they get there. My chest was my second choice in any case, and I'll get a couple more done in the area if these go ok. He's a great guy - he's an excellent efficient piercer and just charged me for one piercing + jewellery - but I think I'm a pretty easy person to pierce. No hassle, I know what I want, and I'm suitably appreciative! Honestly, it's not pleasurable in the same way that getting your brains fucked out is, but the aftermath with the endorphins is pretty damn analogous.
Then I had nommy sushi, made it to Campos in time to get Coffee of the Gods before they closed, spent $130 in Berkelouw Books in literally 3 minutes (look, the Simon Schama History of Britain books were
right by the door), got into my car and drove home.
And I get to sleep in tomorrow! Which is just as well, because I'm completely snackerpated (a word which I just invented that means "tired" + "slaphappy").
Speaking of body mods, though, I am seriously seriously seriously thinking of getting a breast reduction. I really am not fond of my tits, and while I've had about a decade of being more or less resigned to them, I'm finding that as I grow older (and they also fucking grow), I am becoming less and less at peace with them. I have never felt they were really a part of
my body. Also, I now have health insurance, and I can afford to pay the remainder. My aunt has had more run-ins with cancer this past year (she's already had a double mastectomy), and that's putting the wind up me too. However, I won't do anything about it this year - I haven't been at peace with
myself for quite some time, and I want to be sure I'm not projecting unwarrented stuff onto innocent body parts. I don't want to get rid of them altogether, but if they can go down to a C cup from an E-or-more, that would be nice. I'm also feeling a bit blobular at the moment, so if I get some more regular exercise, that might help (although I don't tend to lose weight in my tits, but I might feel that my body is something to like in general).
Anyways, the thing about having a nice day is that it hasn't shifted what I was thinking there - give it another 12 months to gel and get the rest of my head in gear, and we'll see what happens.