Covered in Bees

Woke up today scratching at the walls to get out of the house and pinned down by adorable varmints. Recluseville is nicer than I remember it being and tommorrow's my funday. I'm headed for pumpkin coffee and some good eats. Still banging about the house awkwardly. Diet is going ok. Got fun loner books: 'Memoirs of a Geisha' and 'Postoffice'. Found a good pairing for Dali, Garcia-Marquez (whom I have been lovingly calling Marquez at parties so I sound like a total doof and lose all English geek street cred. instantly). I'm almost scared to write at this point, which is no good. I too am subject to the geek curse of rustiness healed only by voodoo, so much voodoo. That's about all the befuddle morning brain has to say.