GwenTheWelshGal

Had to soak my feet

My feet were hurting so much after helping my dad deliver newspapers for 3 to 4 hours today that I had to soak my feet in warm salty water in order to make my feet ache less. The highlight of helping my dad deliver newspapers today, apart from getting back home again, was while me and him were in a shop buying a pint of whole milk and a pack of Eccles cakes so I could get some energy. That highlight was encountering the guy at the till. His name was Rohan, which prompted me to reply “Gondor calls for aid!“. Apart from that, the hours of delivering newspapers were uneventful apart from my feet aching after half an hour.

~ Gwen

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In the middle of a job

So far today me and my dad have delivered at least 450 of the 700 newspapers me and him are aiming to deliver today. We’ve been delivering non-stop for two and a bit hours now. My feet are aching and my stomach is rumbling, and my dad says we’re carrying on until 7pm, which is around 45 minutes from now. I’ve been feeling down in the dumps all day today. It’s the gender dysphoria, and the intensity seems to go up and down in waves like a gale out at sea. I wish I could transition like the Eighth Doctor into the War Doctor, like I do in my dreams [the Gwenverse], with oestrogen running through my veins and me being much, much happier with my body. I can only hope. At least I have my boyfriend to cheer me up, which is good.

~ Gwen

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Woke up later than I expected

I woke up later thsn I expected to, unsurprisingly. My dad told me to try and be ready for 3pm so I can help him deliver newspapers. He said we should try to deliver 700 newspapers today so that it’s all out of the way sooner rather than later. I worry for my feet, how much they will be aching, and how long they will be aching for.

I dreamt last night that me and my boyfriend were cuddling with each other. I won’t say what happened later on.

~ Gwen

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I should probably go get ready for bed now

I should probably get ready for bed now. It’s 3:35am, and yet my brain currently thinks it’s 2:35am, but regardless, I am tired and am thinking about going to bed after posting this. I need to get some sleep, plus my dad said he wants me to try and be up by midday. He wants me to help him deliver newspapers again tomorrow. He said that because of the extra hour of daylight, we should try and deliver 700 newspapers in one day. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a hell of a lot. I fear my feet will be aching for days afterwards.

I wonder what I will dream of tonight, though.

~ Gwen

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The clocks have gone forward

The clocks have gone forward, while I was right in the middle of a Killer Instinct match. So technically that match took over an hour. My dad hasn’t wound the kitchen clock forward an hour, so technically it’s an hour slow.

~ Gwen