Just now I was viewing an aquaintences video journal. Michael heard him talking about his fireplace, decided he couldn't be less interested, and that he should kill as many bees as possible with the garden hose.
I suggested hairspray instead.
No offense to the bees, but they swarm our heads every minute and seem impervious to all means of killing them.
Good for them, in a way. I admire strength.

I'm headed back on Monday.
I am shaking with fear.
of everything.
In fact, I can't remember being so afraid of anything in all of my adult life. I want someone to fix this; to light my way. I know I am the only one that can do that, but at the moment my vision isn't what it used to be.

Nothing is ever as bad as we make it out to be, right? Isn't that what they say?

I seem to only be interested in the Cemeteries lately.