I really want to cut my hair, and I am going to. I'm just going to do and not worry that the state of my hair affects me too much or that I'm afraid of femininity or intimacy or whatever.

As usual, I'm not actually going to give a summary of what's happened since the last time I wrote, but to be honest, it's not that much. Still haven't had sex again.

I've developed new pains today. Kind of shooting things in my left breast. Near where I imagine my nipple might be. But I don't know what brought it on. Fuck, there goes another one.

Recovering from surgery is incredibly boring. I mean, it's a good chance to catch up on all of the television and such I haven't been watching, but there's only so much of that I can do.

Alright, unpacking of last night. Weird things happened and I'm not going to chronicle them here because I've already gotten the chance to tell two or three people the story.

I haven't told any of my friends about the surgery. I don't really know why. I guess because I've talked about it for so long I don't want to have to go through it again with new people.

So I've started another blog. A proper thoughts and analysis blog. I'm going to try my hardest to keep my emotional crap out of it so I can have some boundaries in my life.