The Greenhouse

came home today to discuss drugs and the terrors of alcoholism with my parents. i'm going to build a bee hive in the garden tomorrow thanks to a book clemmie got me for christmas about self sufficiency. will be totally brilliant. i've stopped myself from reading fiction after getting way too involved with anna karenina. am trying to justify hating it when secretly i find it bore-ing into my soul. which is the pattern of my life. it is sending me coo coo with it's presumtions and its floating. frustrating. i'll be back tomorrow no doubt as i fail to make the bee hive and sink back into the unanimous gratification i recieve from other people's words.