10.23.04

Though it wrenches to do so, I've begun the second stage of selling books. This morning, while the energy was still high, I went through my tallest bookshelf and culled like a sailor killing dodos. It was a chance to put things into slightly better order.

Two, huge, Japan Post boxes later, sneezing and sniffling, I ran out of steam. Monday afternoon I'll drag them down to Powell's on Burnside. I hope that they take most of them. Don't think they'll take the trashy romance novels, but I can donate those.

Hato-kun isn't coming this week, though he promises within the next two weeks he'll be here. I'm getting such mixed signals from him. *sigh*

Oh well. We all die alone anyway, right?

My petition for graduation was accepted by PCC. It will be official at the end of this term in mid-December.

The skully sweater is coming along. I had to rip out a bunch of stitches because I mis-counted the intarsia design, but it wasn't tragic. If only life were so easy. Just go back a few rows, rip it out, and do it over.

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