To this end, I've placed certain items in my new plastic crate-things -- one has gotten my crocheting, and another has gained my schoolbooks, so they'll have a place to live when they're not in my backpack as they belong to be.
I must dig out more shorts from the Box of New Black Clothing, as it has come to my attention that all of the oldest of the shorts that I wear under skirts have disintegrated (being perhaps five years old) and I have only three left.
I may not have explicitly mentioned it before, but I am the kind of
Wow. I see floor. Tomorrow, I suppose, will involve putting away of laundry, and finding a place for that unsuspecting stack of papers, books, and notebooks, and same for those two boxes of assorted Junque.
Why is "Runaround", from the Dave Matthews Band [edit: this is evidently a rare cover of the Blues Traveler song, existing only inside my head], stuck in my head?
Today, I noticed that I seem to get hiccups accompanied by a sour stomach, and when I take something for the sour stomach, the hiccups likewise go away. I'll have to observe more on this pattern. Also, watermelon contributes to sour stomach, for whatever ungodsly reason.