  So far this morning I have: - Continued cleaning under my bed, and reorganized my junk drawers. Threw out much additional crep. - Thrown all of the Boy's stuff into a box for when he comes to feed the animals on Sunday. Very tempted to put in a note telling him exactly what I think of the books he lent me. I have no clue what he was thinking by lending me those 2 books in particular, but let's just say that his lousy taste in fiction lowered his stock about a million points in my eyes.
I mean, really, I know he's not illiterate. No clue what that's about, and suppose I never will at this point. - Continued the moving of wall decorations, and hung some which have been sitting in boxes for years. Threw away my Australian photo-collage, as I was uninspired by what I had, and I want to save the aboriginal art to possibly replace a battered Degas poster. Internal warring over said poster. It's a print of my favorite Degas Ballet painting, but it's old and battered and ripped and basically held to the wall by my will at this point. My musical posters remain in the closet, as I just have no room for them. Hung my MTA-NYC Subway Map instead.
- Seriously considered opening a bottle of wine I've had on my shelf for 2 years (the vintage is my last name, which makes me smile). Thought better of it. Will reconsider at some point. Nothing terribly exciting, but it's not yet noon. Boredom something terrible, especially since I can't turn on the radio because Roommate/Landlord is still asleep. Grrr. Anyway, gonna go take trash out, even though I think I missed today's pickup. TTYL. 
