I'm covered in bees

Last night Alan made tortellini with shrimps in this tomato garlic ancho sauce. Very tasty, with a nice bit of heat. The most satisfying meal of my week, certainly.

It's been at least two months since I ate any fast food, and a week since I had a cigarette. Very dull, to chronicle my life that way. I think it would feel more worthwhile if there was any benefit detected. I still maintain not smoking is profoundly boring for me.

There is a giant swarming mass of bees on a building across the sidewalk from us. When I came home Friday night I thought someone was dead, with all the yellow tape up in the courtyard. But no, it's just for the giant cloud of bees. They are so loud, and it's really rather creepy. I don't know why they are all gathered up right there. I'm a little worried they are the evil kind of bees.

Right now, I really want to get some migas. But that means leaving the house and there are bees out there.

The Carnaval Noir series is up, and I'm tempted to order more BPAL. I'm trying to restrain myself to just one or two. Maybe House of Mirrors and Medicine Show. Snake Charmer sounds good, but coconut never works on my skin.

I am filled with a vague diquiet and a sense of longing. Old ghosts, I think. I feel something of his sense of loss today.

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My six current favorite songs, in no real order and because kiniro was curious:

- Big Sugar, I Want You Now
- Mansfield, Bridge over Zion
- Placebo, Every You, Every Me
- The Killers, Somebody Told Me
- Guns N Roses, Paradise City
- Our Lady Peace, Gravity

I can only hear the Mansfield in my head as that CD was stolen and there is no way I will ever be able to replace it, short of Christian Carter Huey finding me and still having a copy.

My hangover has abated somewhat. My sister isn't in jail yet. The sun is out and it isn't a hundred degrees yet. Perhaps it will turn out alright.

kwidge

Dear kwidge,

It's the strangest thing. I found a photo of you today and I had the strongest feeling that I should talk to you. Thank the stars above for the internet.

I've missed you in these years. Please get in touch.

fondly,
Amanda, who sat next to you on the school bus and pretended to be your sister when they did the seating chart that year