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Who would have known deleting numbers out of your cell phone could be so therapeutic?

Molly and I moved out of the apartment last Saturday. We moved OTP. Yes, really. A HEMNES is a bitch to put together. I almost had a heart attack changing my address. The commute's not bad. I've become one of those breakfast eating, coffee swilling, singing while driving fools on 400. What safety? Molly is fascinated with the staircase. Molly is not so fascinated by roomie's dog, Dog. And despite the mess of boxes and things unpacked, life is pretty damn good right now.

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Waking up this morning was like waking up to the first day of school - full of the giddy, unknown excitement that's ahead. So many things have happened in the last few weeks that I can't recall them all... all I know is that everything I knew that was stable and secure has disintegrated, and the things that were shaky and somewhat broken have become solidified and bonded like none before. At first I was scared, sad and hurt, but it's as if I woke up from a bad dream and realized that there wasn't a need for it at all. I'd been so unhappy for so long that I had almost gotten used to being miserable, and for some stupid reason I kept holding on to it because that was all I had known. But now? I'm so happy and so excited about the future that I can barely keep still. I was toasted by friends the other night "to change," and now I'm definitely ready to jump out the window. . . . . "... you know you'll change your life for any ordinary Joe, and though your night will go on, your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold ... you don't know how long I've been watching the lantern dim starved of oxygen so give me your hand and let's jump out the window ..."

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