the new rules of being less lazy

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On my last day of freedom before I descend into PT work/FT school/4ever bigbang madness, I:

1. cleaned the coffee maker by making 12 steaming hot cups of 1 part vinegar/2 parts water, then two more pots of just water, then giving her a heavy wipedown;
   
2. got one of those free bang trims that my fancy hairstylist is obligated to give me (thanks to delighter's coworker for her thirdhand lesson in tipping etiquette on that front, even though it was still extremely awkward as I didn't want to hand her the money right there and she wouldn't stop making conversation!);
   
3. cut up 25 boardgames worth of green pieces labeled "Sleeping on Saturday" "Sleeping on Wednesday" "Sleeping on Friday" &etc.;
   
4. wrote my commentary for my mgmt/feminism class;
   
5. caught up on my I Blame the Patriarchy feed;
   
6. caught up on most of my feeds;
   
7. made delicious celery/garlic/spinach/walnut/raisin quinoa for dinner/lunch tomorrow;
   
8. made cottage cheese and cashews for immediate eating;
   
9. ate a lot of handfuls of things I found, like smarties and a frostburned orange popsicle,
   
10. refilled all of the glass jars that are supposed to hold various sundry, but still result in plastic baggies of popcorn kernels, brown sugar and stevia floating around in my cupboards,
    
11. fought off the douchebag in #7 in order to do four loads of laundry at 8am;
    
12. tried and failed to book a blood donation appointment;
    
13. watched Iron Jawed Angels and wept tears for feminism and its shitty title;
    
14. watched my week 5 Records Management lecture (the topic was apparently 'where Iron Mountain might not want to put their buildings: bottoms of hills, flood plains, places with vermin, near fire');
    
15. went to American Apparel;
    
16. bought Owen Valentine's Day gifts;
    
17. maybe in that order;
    
18. probably I will post pictures later;
    
19. Brooke, I found us some shorts;
    
20. oh, and posted in my blog, and linked to this kindofabigdeal blog I love and read regularly, and dude followed my trackback and commented to me, AND I AM SO MORTIFIED I CANNOT EVEN TELL YOU, BLOG ETIQUETTE IS SO FOREIGN COMPARED TO SAFE, LOVELY LJ;
    
21. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH;
    
22. I also watered my four plants.
    

In conclusion, what the fuck am I going to do when I don't have time on my hands anymore? A picture post of my massive amounts of accomplishment (mostly food what I has made, then ate) is forthcoming, because I have been religiously documenting my spare time in an effort to quantify my activities in non deadline terms, which is hard.