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I have a big black bag and I am taking no prisoners. Old memorabilia, gone. Pictures of people I will never talk to again, gone. Magazines piles, gone. Dvd boxes for movies I no longer own, gone. It's cathartic throwing things away. Listening to the refreshments, lit some candles, and cleaning. What a lovely way to spend a sunday afternoon. Tomorrow I leave for a week in seattle. When I get back, it will be time to pack.