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Apparently there is no amount of alcohol that I can consume that will take away the dysphoria of wearing a dress. Oh, but I tried to drink it away. So, I made a series of bad decisions and got suuuper drunk Saturday night. Like, driving the porcelain bus drunk. I mean, the good news is that I managed to get most of it out and just woke up dehydrated and a bit sore, not super hungover with all the toxins still hanging around?

Anyway, I did my toast-and-tea penance, drank many glasses of water, and had dinner with the same family members on Sunday in a far more casual setting wherein I did not drink at all. No pressure to drink, really. Which was very nice.

I also got to run some D&D with The Youths on Sunday! They only made fun of me a little for getting drunk and telling them all I love them a lot. They also investigated a house, found some clues to the location of the Stone of Golorr, and acquired cool snacks.