Weather

I have given up on trying to predict the weather, or leave the house prepared for all eventualities at the moment.

I dress according to what I feel like wearing, and just accept that at various points throughout the day I will be cold, hot, wet, and/or wishing I'd put knickers on under my skirt.

ugh

waiting for the bus on Oxford St this evening, my boob was grabbed by a random stranger. On registering that it was a random stranger I punched him and shoved him and started yelling... screeching really... he was surprised, cowering away from me and asking why I hurt him, he didn't hurt me, why did I hurt him... which was when i realised he's not the full quid and recognised him as one of the local homeless... and felt bad for hitting him, and screeching at him... even as I was still screeching at him... he ran away, my bus arrived and I got on, and shook for the next 20 minutes... alternately horrified and angry and sick ... and ashamed of how I handled it... Ange rang me while i was on the bus, and I opted to jump off in earlwood and get hugs, which was a good move... she helped put things in perspective and hugged me and patted me and made me laugh... I love Ange... leesa and hubes came home and gave more pats... then I came home and showered till the water was cold... feel slightly better now, but still .. wish I hadn't punched him and screeched... I know, not an unreasonable response, but... still...