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2000-08-29 (Looking at the above paragraph, I see than I wrote "gods" where I meant to write "dogs". I'm leaving it as is -- more interesting that way.) The book business seems to be picking up. I sold almost no books for about four weeks, and then, last Friday -- seven orders in one day, which is a lot of wrapping and taping and standing in line to obtain postal services to do. It's been like that every day since. I went through the books again last night to try and find new ones that I couldn't live without, which was less difficult than expected. The love/hate relationship between me and my stuff has teetered over to the hate side this week, as I continue to be disgusted by the sheer amount of crap I own. I tried going through some of it the other night, but gave up in such disgust that my sides ached. Last night, I decided to go through all my stuff and re-evaluate its importance to me -- would I take it with me if I was only allowed to own two boxes of stuff? For most items, the answer is no. You might think this is harsh, but some things have needed a good talking to for a long time. [1] I can use the word "cute" here without wincing, because I am not using it in reference to something I would actually wear. I am a pajama admirer, but one who admires from afar, as I cannot stand to wear pajamas, not even for slacking about the house in the mornings. |
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