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3 truckloads of packed stuff down, and a whole lot more to go. You can't really tell yet that I'm moving out. Everytime I start clearing out space in the living area, I bring more stuff out from the "storage" areas, trying to decide what to pack up, and what needs to go to the dump. So, there's always the same amount of stuff up front. It just changes scenery.
All my plants are gone... my aunt took them to her house to be taken care of until I can actually get into this place. All my knick-knacks and little toys are disappearing, along with my candles and books.
I'm ready for a break. I don't think I'm going to take my truck to my mom's house tonight to drop off this last load. It's too hot, and there was another valid reason, but I don't remember... :/
I need to get laid. Now accepting volunteers.
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