Spooky says thank you to everyone out there who helped make her birthday less annoying. Your efforts are very much appreciated. It was a sunny day. We made it to 88˚F. I wish I could say the breakthrough from doldrums to productivity came today, but it did not. Maybe tomorrow. The afternoon's comfort movie was John McTiernan's Die Hard (1988). It's almost a case study in everything that was good and everything that was bad about 1980 cinema in America. But there's no getting around how much I love watching the dueling coolness of Alan Rickman and Bruce Willis, bad eighties hair and all. We had hot dogs and a really awesome strawberry cake for Spooky's birthday (see below). I'm gonna murder the dogs upstairs. I'm just saying. I might have slept four hours last night. Later, Aunt Beast 9:24 p.m.