Mature Student-ing

I have done the readings for tomorrow's class.  I had them mostly finished before yesterday's class.  This happened significant;y as they were much more interesting than the Tuesday readings so I used them to purge the boring from my brain.
Tuesday's class was on the fact gender is a social construct, very much aimed at people that had not heard this concept before.  Tomorrow's, at least based on the readings, is on intersexuality showing that science doesn't support a biological basis for sex being a binary, much less gender.  It better be good.
I suspect I will know the biological/medical side of the science better than the lecturer, I went through a phase of having a scientific research crush on chimerism and a lot of intersex related research followed on from it.  Hopefully she will have interesting sociological stuff that I have not read.  Would be good to feel like I was actually learning something from the course, and something interesting would be even better.

Anyway, I was having a rough start to Tuesday so shamelessly accepted an offer of a ride to uni from my dad. And after class I went and had udon soup for lunch with Greer and mini-Greer, before heading to group therapy.  The class was down to about half the size it had been even two weeks ago.  The unusually high retention rate seemed to have finally run out.  I do miss the one non-annoying person.  The rest are all perfectly fine people, they just remind me of myself in ways that grate.  So much.
Wandered home in the rain.  Forgot to put Pokemon Go on as a I walked, as I pretty much always forget to.  Which is fine.  But my brain is a dick.  Not too long after I got home I put on Pokemon Sword for the first time in a while, discovering I had missed the entirety of the Pokemon franchise birthday event, missed getting any of the special dens, the special loot or fighting Mewtwo.  None of this matters as I have got bored of the game anyway, but as I said I was suffering from dickish brain.  I may have had quite a cry about it.   For no real reason.  Just so much crying over stupid.
So I ordered pizza is a wasteful display of channelling sadness into bad food.

Today I was in my PJs doing fuck all until midafternoon.  I only washed and dressed because I knew I had roleplaying.  And so I went off and had dinner at Carla and Ian's that they had kindly prepared, and then played some Dungeons and Dragons.  And while I was a bit scattered, I didn't fall asleep this week.  Win.