it's been a foggy day all day. it got blue around sunset. it's dark now and i hear some fireworks or gunshots. we picked up my eames chair and the pinocchio movie by caca i mean guillermo del toro. i opened the kitchen door and the swinging door was shut and behind it the treehouse painting lay on its face. penny walked up all nonchalant. she hopped straight onto the new chair and i lifted her off and she hopped on and i lifted her off and we brought out a new crinkly ball and she wiped herself out but not for long she's playing hard again now. r.'s making cheddar cookies and birthday soup. that's right it's still my birthday, i claim the pagan yuletide.