1.) Go to the massive Loudoun County Used Book Sale, this weekend only. Done. Twice. *facepalm* Why do I do this to myself? I will only say that I stuck to the same spending limit as Friday. And the books averaged out to well under $.50 each.
2.) Go on a day hike along the C&O canal trail, just to test conditions (and conditioning), while Mom isn't here to be a wet blanket. Cancelled due to rain. I did drive down to the Smithsonian Naturalist Center, but it was not at all what I expected (being stuck in the middle of an utterly depressing business park, and nowhere near any nature at all) and also it was closed on Sundays. I may still try to find the Audobon Society one tomorrow, depending on how early I wake up.
3.) Vid something. - Not done, but I did pick a song, make a preliminary plan, read all the beginner vidding meta I could find, and watch five episodes of SGA. So progress is being made!
4.) Update the X-Files newbieguide. Done!
5.) Write fic. Get ahead on schoolwork. Apply for internship. Fix lj layout. Finish sewing project. Update fic archives. - um. the first of these got done? A little?
6.) --? I know there was something else, but I can't for the life of me remember what. Oh well, I'm sure it'll come to me.

I also went to the grocery store and bought milk this afternoon, because I drank the last of it Saturday morning, and I can't go that long without milk!1!! I'm already over halfway through drinking it ...

Also, I have this sudden urge to write fanfic with sockpuppets. It would fit in with so many of our canons! BtVS and HL already have canonical sockpuppets. SG1 has canon Mary-Sues, that's close. I want a story where Sheppard is really just a sockpuppet for the Ancients! -- oh wait, that's been done already. How about Peter Pettigrew was originally James' sockpuppet, but his account spell got hacked by the nannyVoldemort! - or no, what we really need is an explanation of why HP canon is so obsessed with socks, in which half the characters are actually illusions created by Dumbledore to make himself look good, and when the scheme starts collapsing he stages this dramatic pseudocide; but in book 7, Hermione, with the help of Dobby, manages to trace a common origin address for all of Dumbledore's socks! And Harry denies to everyone that Dobby had sent him the same explanation years ago and it got lost in his inboxlaundry basket! Yes!

Or perhaps I should go to bed and sleep.

(See my icon? This was my first ever Harry Potter icon. It is a portrait of my first ever fanfic OC - Dilly, who works in the Hogwarts kitchens. She is a very special brownie. I am feeling very reminiscent about Dilly, all of a sudden.)