||[Jul. 24th, 2005|01:53 pm]
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The bees are gone, it seems. Of course now I sort of miss them. I have a bag of 50 bees that I had Eric collect when this thing started. I haven't thrown the bag away. I get a perverse thrill looking at it. I think that some sick part of me wants to hear a tiny buzz from the bag -- a plastic bag that once held Eric's Clozaril pills. It was sort of exciting to feel on edge for a bit. To feel, period. Ah, well. The bees were of a different religion ;p. Perhaps we'll meet again and they can have their revenge.