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Friday, May 09, 2003
 
Selling Myself

Okay, my want of financial security hasn't dipped that low - but I am running a new scam. Let's first of say, that I am a saver of all things. I have a hard time parting with anything - things metaphysical and material alike, so this scam is a little hard for the sentimental place within. But anyway, in the spirit of out with the old and in with the new, I am parting with a substantial part of my library. Think of it as selling off a political science major and some assorted literature books I trudged through the first time and have yet to revisit. In hopes of making my move a little easier, I am going to try and sell back the majority of the books I think will be useless based on the graduate school path I have decided to take. I've held onto the good ones, and don't worry, I haven't dumped all of them, but I think getting ripped off and selling $500 worth of books back for $6 each and a free blow-pop is a progressive step toward moving and slimming down the cargo holds. I am going to see Kristin today and spend the weekend at Providence, so we're going to cart down the stacksto her buy-back room and see what comes of it. If nothing else, I just think I am better to get rid of this stuff now rather than frantically in August when all of my belongings won't fit and I have a fit in the driveway. So here's to putting old book money to a new bookshelf, there's something delightfully karmatic about this whole scheme.

On that note, let's send out all of the birthday cards that will now be late, my lease, and loan consolidation forms... get dressed and hit the road for Providence, following Rt. 6 all the way. Home on Saturday night.