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I have nothing profound to say... I've just always enjoyed the idea of a diary... the fact that it would be online, I could type, just seems to facilitate entry. I have had troubles in the past writing in diaries as my hand would become tired... but now I can type... something that I do with great speed and little fatigue. So maybe the blog idea will stick.

Today I ate lunch outside and it was so beautiful. Let me be the first to say that I love being outside, and I often dream of picnic lunches when I'm shut up in my cubicle. However, today Nate's cherry pie was attacked by a bee, and then his lemonade by another. I think I should feel some sort of kinship with the bees as I too have a liking for sweet desserts. But instead I felt this murdurous rage at the intrusion of my meal and also great fear of being stung. Isn't it something that we as humans remember things from childhood (like being stung by a bee as a child and having my Grandma being afraid that the stinger had stayed in the wound) and keep those same fears for years? Sometimes I think I should overcome my fear of bees, but I usually overcome my fears by tackling them head on... In this case I think I will never willingly allow a bee to sting me all for the cause of self-betterment.

I apologize to all lovers of those hive dwelling beasts, but I can't take it. I love honey, but I think I could live quite happily without the bees.