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Five.

Packing lists or todo lists or a narrative of what I got up to last night. Whatever. It'll all be a little bit gloomy right now.

Because it's too hot, and too muggy, and I'm leaving. More centrally, I *have* to pack, which is not exactly going very well right now, and I have to study my Italian which...well...yeah,

So, I'm currently working on the computer room. My books, my papers. Mostly because right now, the clothes? Totally overwhelming. Plus, I figure if I get everything out of here that's staying in Boston, I can start using this space for things that are going back to Maryland. Divide my world into careful pieces, or something equally trite.

It's interesting. Some days I can snap right out of it. Listen to the right song, have that meta-realization of "dear *gods* you're being pathetically emo right now, aren't you?" Some days...some days, it's harder.

She smiles as if to say
Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want
Is fine by me.

Oh Vienna. It's not at all a happy song, is that why it makes me smile? Or is it just another case of me messing up and listening to the music instead of the words.

Ah, fuck this. Foster's right, classic rock is where it's at. Now, where the hell'd I put that Journey^{1, 2}...

~Sor
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1: Did anyone wince at me calling Journey classic rock? :D
2: Actually, forget Journey. What I really want more of is some friggin' AQUA! It's like the Spice Girls only awesomer.

...Yes, I have no taste in music. We've been over this. Zigazig ha!