Is FUBAR. I lost almost everything in the divorce. All my PC equipment, my tools, my calibrated Fluke, everything. I have most of my bows, a few parts, and clothes. And none of my heels, wigs, makeup or dresses, not that I can wear them here. That leads to another problem. I've developed conversion disorder from going back in the closet. It's so bad I seized and broke my fake hip. It's not quite under control yet. Also, so in the closet I'm the third queen at Cair Paravel. Aslan sends his warm wishes. My fiancee, Karen has multiple autoimmune disorders. It's the first time I've spent a lot of time around someone as sick as me. We've both been referred to palliative care to help us manage our pain. Stupid opiate bans hurt we who struggle with chronic illness. I'm also now the second mom to my fiancee's son, Loki. He's trans just like me, and I'm supposed to be a role model. I suck at it. I don't even own a whole PC any more. This is being typed from a shattered fourth gen Fire that I resurrected. It's all that stands between me and insanity. I ordered a new case, so we'll see if I still have what it takes to mod. Some days I wonder if I'm well enough to try. We're working on moving to Oregon around New Year's. There I can transition in peace, as can my son. We don't know how we're going to afford it, but we have to go. The plan is to get a cheap RV and go cross country as Marfan prevents me from flying. We know we can do it, we just have to find the money. Fixed income sucks. Vote Democrat if you want me to be able to pay for anything. I did keep my fat cat in the divorce. Poor thing isn't the same after how they treated her while I was barred from the house. I'm still coming to grips with knowing I'm a woman in a man's body, and being unable to act on it for my safety, as well as knowing burying it is literally killing me. (Literally, not figuratively.) I feel pretty desperate. It's good to be home here at Bit. Where's Nexxo?