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There are many boys at my house for game night. There are usually also two other women, and one will be showing up shortly, but it becomes really obvious when I alone represent my gender. They're going to be playing Gamma World and I'm going to be making cookies for Boskone. Or really, for Purple, who will then distribute them to the teeming hordes. Or something.

I'm having an anxious day or two, convincing myself that everyone hates me, when that is patently and provably (as provable as these things can be, at least) untrue. I'll get over it, I always do, but I'm uncertain what's provoking this, but I'd like to be done with it now.

And now there's a pretty dog in my house.

(no subject)

There are many boys at my house for game night. There are usually also two other women, and one will be showing up shortly, but it becomes really obvious when I alone represent my gender. They're going to be playing Gamma World and I'm going to be making cookies for Boskone. Or really, for Purple, who will then distribute them to the teeming hordes. Or something.

I'm having an anxious day or two, convincing myself that everyone hates me, when that is patently and provably (as provable as these things can be, at least) untrue. I'll get over it, I always do, but I'm uncertain what's provoking this, but I'd like to be done with it now.

And now there's a pretty dog in my house.