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My Dad's coming today, in a short while actually, to pick up the garbage/junk/broken boxes to help me get rid of them. Face it, his truck carries so much more than my Dodge Neon does.

In the mean time? Stressed, underfed and lack of sleep. I know it's affecting my moods, mood swings across the board here, and yea mostly the darker ones. But I'm too wired to sleep and my stomach is too upset to eat.

Think I'm just going to clean and sort and pack and carry and stay hidden today. Really, I'm just not good company.

And I really need to find my freakin' filter. Big time. I don't want to say what I'm feeling because my emotional side is a bit stronger than my intellectual one today. This is a bad thing.

Seriously bad.