I did get out once yesterday night to pick up cat food but that's it. I watched The Player with Mary Beth and thought it was quite good. Today I got up and went to this meeting for this women's march for equality close to the inauguration (it's in coordination with the one in Washington DC). It was up at the library and super-crowded, which is good. After that, since I was already there at the library, I took a peek in the used bookstore (hadn't been there in forever, used to go all the time but I don't need more books THAT much considering my surplus of what I have versus what I still have left to read...but it's nice to pop in every now and again, yeah). Okay so I picked up: I, Claudius by Robert Graves, Flaubert in Egypt by Gustave Flaubert, The Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac, White Jacket by Herman Melville, Solitudes by Goffredo Parise, Thirteen Stories by Eudora Welty, Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe, and The Waves by Virginia Woolf.