Cue the fog

I have not been very industrious today. The day began with a hint of what could have been very productive day lit hours. What proceeded to happen was the appearance made by our own dear Queen Bee. In her company a new neighbor and two blunts. A minute amount of labour was accomplished until hunger over came my senses. The rest of the day belonged to the heat and the company of erotic literature. However, I did accomplish the task of emptying my worldly belongings out of the retched cat cave.  My bike is still in need of rescue from the basement of Cramont Manor. 

Tonight, the first night at my new residence I have a strange apprehension towards. I have come prepared with screens to repel the bugs. In store for the blood-mongers I have equipped candles. It serves the ambiance as well as it's deathly purpose. The heat is dreadfully sedating. How I manage is beyond my comprehension. It seems I've happen to capture the attention of a strange neighbor nearby. I do not know him, but he is relentless in his pursuit.  My apologies stranger of persistence, but my affection has already been captured - you are too late! I've had the good fortune not to be present while he is, but when we cross paths again I will have to set him straight. This is my home and I will not be bothered by petty little men. 

When work becomes overwhelming, remember that you will die; what a hell of a saying. there is still much to do, but the hardest part is over. I suppose it's up to my leisure to unpack my things, but that is only the reefer talking. I was amid the chore when Betsy made her entrance in a cloud of smoke; unable to resist temptation I indulge. 

Oh summertime lethargy soon to give way to semester wide panic. I will have to dig my heels into the soft soil and plow my own way. Until then, I will be floating in a cloud of limbo waiting for the rays of light to pierce the haze. Until then, I will eagerly cast aside obligation for the scattered memories of summer nights.