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27 January 2006

So DeadToMe (notice I'm not yelling it anymore) asked me if he could buy my dishes tonight. I'm basically all packed up now, clothes in the suitcase and everything so I can head to London this weekend. He came home from work with pizza and beer, sans girlfriend, and didn't go out to the pub. Hmmm.. and he was sort of civil to me. He asked if I was going to sell anymore of my household stuff and I said no, I think I sold it all. He asked about the dishes and I said I would sell them to him if he wanted them. So we agreed on a tenner. It saves me another box to pack and I get some more money out of it all. He's still not really talking to me but the ice melted a bit and now that he knows I'll be gone by Tuesday, there's no point in staying angry.

It feels...weird to be this packed up, to be unsettled like this. I'm not one to be a vagabond. I like to have a nest and for the first time in a long time, I have no nest. I don't quite know what to do with myself.

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