I have had this feeling before. Christmastime last year. Grandma had died two weeks before. I was back home again for the holidays... and to help my mother sort everything out. All the good stuff goes first. The rest is divided into "keep", "give away", and "trash" piles. Sentimentality takes over, and more items get moved to the "keep" pile. (This is the reason why I have a broken-but-superglued lamp without a shade in my bedroom-- it was just always at Grandma's house, and I could not imagine throwing it out.)

All that to say, I made serious progress at the apartment last night. All the blankets, sheets, and pillows are in a pile ready to go to the Women's & Children's Shelter. Most everything that I have inherited is boxed up in some fashion. Michael came for his things. Thux is coming tonight for a couch and/or the futon. Three more trips of garbage have been taken out. I even swept the leaves out of the living room and vacuumed.

Hanna and I are entering the Gap Casting Call just for kicks.

Figured out the webcam Hans left for me. Scary.

Song for the Day:
Hurt - Nine Inch Nails & David Bowie
~if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way~