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A few days ago, I changed my journal. Mostly. Heh. Haven't finished, fully, though. Oh well. I spent those lonely wee hours from like, 2 am to 5.30 or 6 preparing to move. Some more. I cleaned out my drawers, threw more stuff away, and took pictures and posters off maybe half of my walls. See, my room doesn't have four walls. And all but one are plastered with magazine pages, junior high style. But then one has two closets on it. So yeah, it's hard to measure. But it seems like half. I feel very accomplished. More like satisfied. Cleansed. Satiated. Sun's starting to come up. Little birds are chirping. Well, their chirps are little, at any rate. There's nothing good on TV. =( Must be my bedtime!