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[sophistry]

Dead. Seriously at that stage where if I look at another box, I will sit down in the middle of the floor and cry. Bed so full of stuff - with nowhere else to put stuff - that I am just making a nest of blankets and pillows and sleeping bags and sleeping on the 2m² of non-box-occupied space left on my bedroom floor. Still: home. HOME. Four months, almost to the day. I got the biggest kick in the world, getting off the bus (on way back from meeting in uni) and turning left instead of right. Okay, having a celebratory nip of the last of my absinthe, left here for safekeeping, and then passing right the hell out.