purchased many booklets of stamps.
paid all utility and studentloan bills, even the bills former roommate had skipped out on [[bastard!!!!]].
received long-anticipated card from chicago.
received the first two netflix post-every-episode-of-buffy-the-vampire-slayer dvds.
received the thank-you limited edition vinyl for becoming a founding member of the current.
and, received my mintcondition, hardbound copy of "Tastes of Paradise: A Social History of Spices, Stimulants, and Intoxicants" by awesomely-named author, Wolfgang Schivelbusch.

i must go now. 'tis get-shit-done-day/"weekend." there are unruly hedges to tame, a lawn to mow, a bakers bbq to attend, grocershopping to do, maps to hang, light fixtures to mount and plug in, a den/office to convert back into calming-state since mangled in fit of guestroom-dom, mixtape-as-biographies to attend to, mixtapes for chicago to prepare, and at some point... i'd very much like to attend the cinema ((but not >>charlie and the chocolate factory<<, for my attendence to that is betrothed to another.))

and here i had just assumed that i'd've had no point to living following the completion of buffy.

[[how lovely to be wrong.]]
[[[for once.]]]