20 days 'till moving day.

There's really only one thing to say to that.


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Buying the couch did it. It's finally starting to sink in.

I'm MOVING!It hadn't really hit me before. Oh, I know I talk about nothing else, and I know I was excited about it, but it hadn't actually, truly sunk in yet. But seeing my couch in the garage -- and to a lesser extent, the box of dishes that I bought at a garage sale yesterday sitting on ( Read more... )

I honestly thought the day would never come.


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Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone ( Read more... )

The strangest things will remind me that I'm moving soon, and fill me with glee. Using the bathroom at someone else's house, and wondering what my new bathroom will look like. The clips nailed next to the front doors of all the apartments in Ryan's complex that the management uses to post bulletins for the residents, and realizing that soon, I'll ( Read more... )

31 days. One month to the day.

C'mon, already.

Last night was the first time I've gotten a full, restful night of sleep in a long time. It's sad that the only times I can sleep are when I don't sleep the night before ( Read more... )

Sometimes I'm reminded of just how awesome I am.

Today started with an "aw, fuck" morning. Y'know, the kind of morning where, once you realize it's the alarm that's woken you and you have to be at work before too long, you say "aw, fuck."

I should get to bed. I was very, very tired today.

24 days of work left before I move. 37 days until I move.

How many days before I write again?

There are too many memories in this city. And so few of them are good ones.

The sooner I get out of here, the better.

38 days.

Sweet merciful Zeus, don't make me go back to work tomorrow ( Read more... )