Lego hurts my fingers.

It was a busy weekend. I know I should feel like I’ve accomplished stuff. I took pictures all afternoon, and took apart a couple of the smaller sets. So far, I’ve already sold a couple of the larger sets. A disassembled pirate ship soaks in a large mixing bowl in the kitchen as I try to clean the last six years of kitchen air off it it. However, the dining room looks like a Lego store popped up overnight. It’s difficult to feel like I did anything when there’s boxes all over the place.

I spent some time in the basement. Since I was there to do the laundry anyway, I figured I’d check out what was left. I opened my old footlocker trunk. There wasn’t as much inside as I expected, but it was still a time capsule of the first few years just after high school. On a positive note, I found two of the sketchbooks I used to carry around in school. I also found change purse full of Canadian coins from my trip to Vancouver to meet Shawshank.

On a negative note, I found the notebook of poetry I wrote in high school.

*cringe*

I also made a Facebook Marketplace listing for my air compressor. It’s a decent little Dewalt, but it’s far too big to bring with me. I listed it for $100, and about an hour later someone offered me $50. I countered with $80. The dude replied, “no, $50. I need it”. Shit, dude, that’s not how this works.

Today we have two pharmacists at work. Both of them are floaters. I hope things move more smoothly than they do when it’s split with StressedRPh. After work, I’ll stop and fill the gas tank, them come home and make dinner. Then, aside from my call with Shawshank, it’ll be nothing but Lego. I’ve got a couple of things to disassemble and pack up for shipping tomorrow morning.

Later today, I’ll text my mother about whether or not she still wants to come help with the rest of this shit. I think I’ve reached that point where I just can’t do it alone anymore.

I hope everyone’s week starts off good, and finishes great. You’re all awesome.

(Except Sarah.)