anaphalaxis

Still at my mothers, but this time I've bought so much booze I can't possibly run out before I kill my liver.

Is that wise?

Anyway, I've been clearing my old room and going through bags and boxes of stuff. Alot of my boxes from university were still sitting unopened, there are also still at least a bookcase worth of boxed books, loads of old toys, unwanted presents and god knows what else. Alot of it I plan on taking to my flat but need to put up the odd shelf here and there etc.
Why am I doing this? My best friend is still staying with my mum, but has finally managed to get a job and so will (at last) begin paying her token rent. Therefore I think it's fair that he has my old room and not the tiny spare room.

Lots of the bags and boxes were packed up when I was still with my ex. I found a whole load of my and her clothes. It was sad loading them into the washing machine together. Everywhere there were little love notes from her, cards, notes, photographs...
It was a reminder of how totally embroiled our lives were. Everything we had was mixed in together. I asked her ages ago to go to my mums place and sort it out. I figure I'm not going to hassle her to do it when she gets back considering the accident. Anyway, it's done now but it wasn't very fun.

Well! That was all very depressing. Thank god I have the only constant love in my life: Gin!!!