this morning was my apartment's big annual yardsale, so I dragged myself out of bed at 7am to go set up all the junk I pulled out of my closet. My parents came over with a bunch of books, vhs tapes, and other detritus from their basement to 'sell.' The reason that's in parentheses is because Mousamama's idea of doing a yardsale is more like 'give stuff to people as they wander by.'I came out maybe $15 or so dollars ahead though. and now i have a crapton of homemade dishclothes.
and then my bank sent me a new visa for no reason I can figure out, other than just to change my numbers and drive me crazy.
guinea pigs are cleaned, as is the kitchen and the bathroom, and all the recycling is taken out (which, man, did i let that get out control). Now, gym. and then napping *grabby hands*