Spam

Spam is unintentionally funny. A selection of spam from my email:

• "Why be an average guy any longer?" (Be an average girl instead!)
• "Become A New Man With VPXL" (Something for the FTMs, I guess.)
• "Take control of your male body image" (Check.)
• "Solve all your d1ck-related issues at once by clicking here" (SRS-R-Us?)

So, enough happened and is happening today to get me a bit frazzled and kinda sitting staring mindlessly at the spam in my inbox, but in a good way. A farewell lunch. A symbolic end to this crazy mental state I've been in, where emotions and feelings are things to fight against and peaceful sleep is all but a memory. Cards. People gave me the sweetest cards. A going-away gift from those at work. My friend A visiting the airport to bid me adieu.

And a Valentine's Day package from dear M, containing among other things, Pirate Pika:

Pirate Pika is part pokemon (because he's a pikachu - one of those electrified rodents), and part pirate (because M's dog chewed an eye off). His orders are to accompany me on my journey tonight and throughout my recovery in M's stead, until M can reclaim him from me.

Frazzled.

Well, deep breaths... and off we go, to the airport, and to Thailand!