They appear to be pretty old, certainly not from his address when we were dating, and I guess they fell out of the travel bag that he left (one thing I did keep... much better than my duffle bag). So now I have to do the right thing and shred them, which gives me an excuse to visit Lexington tomorrow, as well as the PS4 thing. I guess I could burn them, but my goal is to insure that I'm not responsible if he has a case of stolen identity, not some kind of symbolic ritual of cleansing or whatever the wiccans do for that kind of stuff.
I learned that the symbolic stuff does not work for me... I kept a record of tossing what he left in the dumpster, which was supposed to be cathartic. It was not. In the end my little brother carted a lot of his and my stuff off to Goodwill. Somebody somewhere has it, but it is not me.
Except for the travel bag.
Second day of Zoloft, but of course the effects are not felt yet. Probably will be a month before I notice anything. It's weird, as it builds up in my system, if it happens like last time, I just obsess less and less and don't notice my bad habits are starting to go away, until one day when I realize I haven't eaten all weekend because I really don't have an appetite. I'm fine with that, I need to start everything over fresh. Losing weight again can only be a good thing.
One of my go-to movies on my phone to go to sleep with is What We Do In The Shadows, a New Zealand mockumentary about vampires. Here's the first six minutes.
Pretty funny all the way through, and one of the Conchords guys is in it (same one that was in Muppets Most Wanted.) It's playing at the Kentucky Theatre, and I might go there tomorrow and watch it, as long as UK isn't playing basketball. It's pretty funny. Much better than Twilight.