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more of the same... most of the stuff is out of my room... and the rest is getting packed as soon as i'm done here. Conflict... i want to stay up with Stacey.... but i want to go to bed with the boy. so... i'll prolly stay up... but not as long as stace wants to. i feel like crying. no surprise... i've felt like this all day. i know that next year will be great, but i wish i knew what would change... but then... what would be the fun of that, right? Mom and Eileen took every one who was around out to dinner... it was pretty great. and she likes alan, though she says she would like him more without all the baggage of the "non commital" stuff. ah well. the room looks so empty.