Things to say, nothing to say, it's all gone out of my head. I'm so tired I'm barely in my body, and I'm wondering how far I can push this threshold before I cease to be capable of functioning in a normal society. The idea, I must admit, has a certain appeal.

Working bar tonight for a private function with a fellow worker. Junior worker, I suppose, since I am, as has been noted already during this tour of duty, the Old Lady of the crew, with this being my fifth stint. My junior, yet still I asked his opinion in almost all things. Inclusive. The management cares about what you think. He acted, did things without pondering. I found myself wondering about gender stereotypes. Asking his opinion all the time, pandering to his choices? Did I feel ashamed to call myself woman with such a submissive stance?

Quite frankly?

No.