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I'm having a very frustrating day and instead of going to Bingo in Providence I am going to stay home, take a nap and a bath, and try and get my clothes to dry since the dryer is not working. (Which I found out, this morning, when I went to get dressed for work and my clothes were still sopping wet... part of the frustration.)

across again.

I am planning on leaving in about three weeks. Tonight I packed up my most important things... My precious moments baby fork from my dad, my carved Zulu King and my boot knife from my mom, my "I'm just a Raggedy Ann" and "Deep Lez" plaques... the bull horn, and pirate flag, and all the little piles of rocks off my dresser... The kangaroo cutout in the chunk of metal, old farm equipment pieces from an old lover... Those are the things on display in my bedroom, wherever I am. Most of them even grace my tent. Now they're in a suitcase, waiting for a new bedroom.
And now I feel like I'm in a suitcase waiting for a new bedroom.