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Okay, got most of a cup of coffee in me and I'm beginning to move on from omg!zombie stage. Mornings are hard, people! I felt hungover this morning and I didn't even have anything to drink last night. How unfair is that?

Yesterday was a pretty good day. I got some shopping done. The little mini-sweater I was looking at online wasn't to be found at Target and I'm not buying it online without trying it on and seeing how it looks, so I'm going back to the drawing board on that one. I did buy a bunch of knee socks, though. I've been wanting some because my lower legs get cold when I'm walking to work in low temps. I was tempted by the over the knee socks, but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't work well with my somewhat less than ideally skinny legs.

I also went to Old Navy, where there were supposed to be some great clearance deals. Well, there were actually a few nice clearance deals but not on anything I actually wanted. So I walked away from there empty handed.

Then on to Best Buy, mainly just because it's there and it's my favorite store. They've rearranged the one in the Waterfront and I didn't like it much. Hard to find anything and the dvd section was much smaller than it used to be. Oh well, the lack of selection meant that once again, I was spared actually spending any money. I also looked at iPods, since mine has completely died. I really do need a new one, but by the time I got to them, I was deeply entrenched in a 'spend no money' head space. I looked at the tiny little nanos, debated the differences between ipods and itouches with the friend I was with, and walked away. I may just have to order one online, since I do need to get one if I'm going to start up running again any time soon.

Later in the evening I did some babysitting, for the same family I was with last weekend. The three-year-old was as delightful as always. Even before her parents left, she was asking when we were going to have more Meeshie days. After they left she told me she wanted to get into her pjs and watch a Steelers game with me. I told her she the game was next week, so she would be able to watch with her parents. "No," she answered, "with you!" So now I've got the little boy who insists on hockey every time I babysit him (such a sacrifice on my part) and the little girl who thinks we will always watch Steelers games together. It's hard to remember sometimes, how much I hated sports up until about two years ago, lol.

The mess is inevitable, the clean-up dubious

After spending the better part of a couple months slowly getting my apartment cleaned up and somewhat decluttered, I spent today ripping things apart. Well, not literally. But I decided to organize my books. This meant pulling them all off the shelves, where they had once upon a time been neatly alphabetized, until several different influxes of additional books created mass havoc with the system. Because I'm like that, I then created a spread sheet with all the pertinent info about each book. And now, slowly, I'm (in theory) in the process of reshelving everything in some sort of logical/alphabetical order. Of course, this is complicated by the fact that I don't actually have much in the way of real bookshelves. Certainly not even close to enough to accommodate the number of books I have. I've been at the job all day, have one bookshelf mostly refilled, and books all over the living room floor. Now that the project is completely out of hand, I'm tired and wish to stop. I suspect I'll be spending the next week pecking away at the mess until everything is all tucked away again, somewhere.