mortality cartographer's Journal - Day
Monday, November 11, 2002
I'm feeling a lot but extremely numb. I totally hate moving but I am making progress.
Moving is like cousin sally's childhood phobia of "bugs." I just want to run (escape) from it. I avoid it... I despise it. But I'm making quite a bit of progress.
Most everything that my hands touch goes into a trash bag because I don't want to bother unpacking something that I'm not going to use for six months going forward after finding it in a box that had sat there because it only held shit I didn't give a fuck about anyway. So a lot of the tossing garbage is progress.
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