[title to be read in a tone of horrified realisation]
I had a memory tonight and I want to scream.
It's about the end of the world. I was remembering the week of the zombie apocalypse. Sometime not long before I had actually 'come out' the deputy head (or possibly by that point he was the head?) of the library program I was enrolled in, advised that I was going to start presenting as female or something like that. I don't know how I did it.
And I think it was the day itself. Maybe I am conflating two separate days in my memory now? But I think it was the day.