Things I discovered while cleaning my apartment this weekend.
An expired gift certificate to an upscale Japanese restaurant. Ah well.
A $74 store credit at Barnes & Noble.
3 disposable cameras with pictures from my trip to London a couple of years ago.
2 film canisters that may have photos from who knows where or may just be unused. I have no idea how to tell the difference.
I have also rediscovered how nice it is not to have crap piled on the furniture, how fun it is to have a friend come over and hang out all day, and just the general feeling of well-being that a somewhat more organized apartment brings.
I'm still not to a place where I'd feel comfortable having anyone over who didn't already know I'm a slob, but it's getting better.
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