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I think mostly because I finally came down from my crazy high emotions. My brother asked during a phone call If I could pack a few things up that I didn't need around the house to take over to the apartment on Saturday. I tried calling some people to let them know I finally got an apartment, and got a lot of answering machines/message things. I wanted to tell a person. I went to try to figure out something to put in the first box, and wound up going through my mother's costume jewelry. I found a pair of earrings that I would not wear, but knew someone who could use them, so I took them over to her. I talked with someone on the way home, then came back in and tried to put more things in a box, and finally I just felt too worn out. Tomorrow I'll be less emotional and I'll pack a bit more. For a long time I had a hard time figuring out what to put in boxes, finally I started taking nick knacks off of shelves in my room, and putting them in big plastic tubs I have. My brother said he'd call this evening--it's six-o-eight now by my computer clock. I need to go and find something to have for dinner. After I'll try to contact one or more of the people I was trying to before. I will more than likely sleep well tonight.