The one good thing about getting sick last weekend? It’s allowed me to cut back on my caffeine intake. The monkey on my back was getting out of control. But now I’m down to one cup of coffee in the morning, and that’s it. It’s already helped with the whole sleeping thing. I like sleeping. It’s nice.
Other monkeys on my back, so to speak…well, like many Americans, I accumulate too much crap. I am a packrat. Totally a first world problem, I know, but I’m trying to take it on. Again. I’ve rented another dumpster to get rid of useless clutter. The rest I’m trying to organize, and sort out into “stuff to donate” and “stuff I can sell”. First up on the latter list is the cutesy Paul Frank Julius monkey bike I bought a couple of years ago, and barely ever rode. If you know anyone in the Twin Cities area who might be a Paul Frank fan, or a fan of cruisers (or both) I’d appreciate it if you sent them the link. Thanks!
And yes, this is all preparation for putting my house on the market. For real this time.
Bonus: I’m totally claustrophobic, so I find this body-laptop interface extremely alarming.
Plus: Our intern pointed something out to me, not sure how I missed it before. The original - Noah takes a photo of himself every day for 6 years. And the brilliant Simpsons parody of it, featuring Homer.
And: Robo-Squirrel? Fur-jobs. Just one step away from Cylons.
One Comment
OMG - since when is your boy in an emo band? The hat? The hair? He’s nearly there!
Post a Comment