17 July 2006

As I hit the sack tonight...

I've repeatedly mentioned how stressful it is to be working in the desert, with the reactionary politics of the Marine Corps thrown in.

At least, this week, I made sure to bring my loungewear - something I couldn't even do until now. It feels so much better wearing the camisoles and leggings that I had bought in Seattle; I had bought them precisely for this purpose (though they can/will also be worn on the streets, with a suitable tunic).

I'm not exactly "femming" out, but at least I don't look so hideous in the mirror anymore, and that alone is a priceless feeling. I'll try to carry that feeling straight into bed - and my dreams.