I was right...the more I throw away, the better I feel [laughs]. I mean, the more empty space there is in my room, the better I feel. I have to clear out most of it...Ian took the top bunk bed, and I'm taking the bottom. I'm taking the credenza, the two short file cabinets, one bookshelf, the makeshift table my computer is sitting on, and the narrow dresser drawers. Ian is also taking the red and white dresser. So, we're leaving three half-tall bookshelves and the linen closet. I guess the room will actually be turned into a den or something. Crazy...

I can't wait to leave. I also can't wait until my family leaves [laughs]. They're leaving sometime tomorrow to take Ian to school, so I'm working to clear all the stuff he's taking. It's a big pain in the butt. But then I'll have the house to myself until mom and dad get back sometime wednesday evening (I'm guessing). Lara is looking for housing for me right now. I called back one person, but I got an answering machine. I'm going to try again when I get back from my haircut, since he may not have returned my call, since it's long distance. [sighs] And I've eaten twice in the last 5 hours, but my stomach keeps giving me ambiguous signals that may or may not be hunger, may or may not be irritation. I hate being a biological thing sometimes. And by "sometimes", I mean often.