Failed to sell my books today, apparently things are too slow for the used book stores to put money out just yet, they suggested I come back in a few weeks. Realized around dinner time that I’d frittered away most of the day, and that this day was one of only 7 remaining for me to be in the apartment, and that if the other six went the same way that I’d be fucked. Called everyone that’s helping me out with storing things and managed to create a schedule of what’s going where when, so I feel a lot calmer now. Actually looking forward to the quietness of being in the van… the coming week is going to be a frenzy!