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07/15/2006: "Reclaiming myself from that which was not my own"
I tried to quit smoking Friday last week; I got the patch and everything. I ended up breaking down Sunday night. I'm still committted to quitting this summer, but perhaps this is just not the time.
I've got a lot of stress right now (he said, rationalizing). My first batch of Marx papers rolls in on Tuesday. That should make for a complicated week.
Also: I'm moving. Not soon, but right now. The landlord gave me the key last week, and I've been taking over a carload at a time beginning with the bulk of the books I am not currently using. My place already looks like a shell of what it was. I'm getting a truck this weekend to get the big things and I should be living elsewhere a week from today. Then I've got to clean and paint and fix all the shit that my ex and our former roomate broke, colored, or otherwise embellished. Remind me never to live with anyone else. Ever.
The place I'm moving into is smaller than the place in which I am currently. That means I need to make some decisions on what goes will go with me, and what goes in the trash. I've acquired quite a lot of stuff in the misguided process of 'nesting' I've been undergoing over the past three years. Time to clear it all out, and get back to the basics. Biologically speaking, new environment means a new organism. Soon I will be reborn with a new strength and a new purpose. And without the bourgeois trappings that were never my own.
