All farming. All day.
After watching every limpwurt root I grew become diseased, I cured what I could and sold the seeds on GE. 945k for over 2800 seeds! Way more than what I initially paid. With the herbs growing, I made potions and gathered seconds for something to do. The Catherby beach became a spamhole today.
While hanging out at the GE selling potions and seeds, I thought this would be a good time to upgrade my headstone to the angel of death. I fairy ring’ed over to Keldagrim and paid the sculptor 500k. Now, like every n00b who gets a new headstone, I had to try it out in a relatively safe place other than a bank but had monsters tough enough to kill me. I first thought of roaming the Wilderness for revenants, but I knew I would die 5:01 minutes from Camelot, my spawn point. And I knew the stone wouldn’t appear unless I had actually lost something, so it was time to 4 item it with replaceable things.
I grabbed a dramen staff, Varrock armor, boots of lightness and a chef’s hat. Checking the “items lost on death” screen, I’d lose the Varrock armor which I can get again from Vannakka (after a stern talking to). Okay, where to die. My first choice was just outside Edgeville by the jail where the skeletons are, but skeletons weren’t going to damage me down to nothing from 87 hitpoints.
I needed something to weaken me enough for a skeleton to be a deadly adversary. Of course: grab the Zammy wine! I walked over there and picked up the skulls north of the mind altar along the way. When I arrived, no one was tele grabbing the wine, so I felt comfortable to take it with my hands. We all know that taking the wine bare handed results in the god cast Flames of Zamorak on you and the monks to attack. Happy, I grabbed the wine.
Nothing happened other than I had the wine in my pack.
WTF? 
So, I grabbed the wine again.
Nothing.
Ready to take a screenie for proof, I grabbed the wine a third time:

Yes, you can now just take the wine without any hassle from Zamorak nor his monks.
That idea was scotched. What else in Gielinor would a) kill me outright, but in a place I can return to and get my stuff or b) damage me enough to die within 5 minutes of Camelot? Firstly, I thought of nightshade which kills when you eat it. I didn’t want to be lame and waste a nightshade. Secondly, I remembered the ogre shaman in Gu’Tanoth and they only damage 20 each shot. Ogre shaman are a-go! I tele’d to my house, then ran to the Gu’Tanoth dungeon and repeatedly asked a shaman what sort of shampoo he uses. After getting my ass whollaped down to 7 health, I home tele’d to Lumbridge, banked for a Camelot tele and ran through the maple woods by the Sinclair mansion. Just north of the fairy ring is a level 64 wolf, who should be able to bitch slap to death.
I died, respawned and hurried back to check out my grave marker. It’s so pretty, just like the sculptor said it would.

After than adventure, I decided to sell off the rest of my cooked sharks in favor of tuna taters. Surprisingly, the sharks sold quickly. I put up a buy order for raw tuna, potatos and butter pats. Yes, it’s lazy, but the fact that I *can* buy things is so nice. The tuna came in quickly and the potatos are trickling in slowly. I think I’ll have to get the butter pats from the Culinomancer’s chest, if there’s any in stock.
Something I keep forgetting to mention - my second floor is back. I’ve gotten some upgrades to my computer, including a new monitor. I was playing RS on high detail last week and tele’d to my house for getting sand from Bert. When I entered to use the Camelot portal, I noticed I had a second floor roof blocking my camera. Investigating this later, I returned and tried to go up the stairs in my downstairs skill hall. I couldn’t go up and received the same message I’d gotten when I replaced the stairs months ago. Then I had an idea. I had teak logs banked from slayer and mining limestone is no big thing. I went to Varrock, traded the logs for planks, mined the limestone, carved it into bricks and tele’d home again. From the workshop, I got a hammer and saw and clicked on the stairs.
“There are no stairs to the next room. Would you like to build some stairs that go up?” the invisible constrution god asked.
“You bet your sweet ass I do,” I growled, then muttered, “So what the hell are these things right here?”
I agreed and the scene shifted to Home Sweet Home image with that chipper music. The stairs were the same as I’d left them. Hesistantly, I clicked on them and went up to the second floor I thought I’d lost.