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Chicken wings for dinner.
Pink bubble baths and beer.
Two days ahead of me to sleep and cook and clean and make D&D maps for no reason.
Maybe I'll write a couple pages in my play.
Wearing my Darth Vader walking cast to heal my tendonosis.
Trying to balance the embarrassment of wearing the dumb thing and explaining myself all the time.
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Live journaling from the bath is possibly the best thing, ever.
I was beginning to come unhinged. Peeling apart at the edges.
The quickness of the move.
The sudden emotional toll.
Work stuff. (There is always work stuff...)
And I was just feeling like a balloon about to burst.
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You are so much more than you realize.
You glow.
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I just want to listen to you tell me how you feel about everything.
I wonder all the time.
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This moment is bliss. Silence. Darkness. Cat cuddles.
Please just this a little longer.
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Thanks, universe. This kick while I'm down is the perfect icing on this week's cake.
Please, I love being sick when I need to be concentrating on an event and dealing with this move.
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I used to sleep on half my bed. Out of reverence for lovers past, or in hopes for lovers to come. Now I Take up as much space as possible. I wonder if this means I've given up....?
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The only way I know how to cope with the idea that my mother is mortal is to make cookies.
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The world is weird.
24 hours ago, I had no idea what I was going to do.
24 hours from now, I should be signing a lease for a new place.
Coincidentally, Nick Chudnow's old place.
We packed our books and action figures and records tonight.
Tomorrow I'll pack up the kitchen.
I can't wait for karma to kick this landlord douche in the face.