Still working.

I think I maybe had a big breakthrough on my poem. Feels so good.

I got to hold Naomi today. She was awake and it was wonderful.

Don't bother telling me she's too young to be looking
up at me. She was totally looking up at me.

Bruiser was philosophical. Possibly filled with ennui.

'I'm lying on your sweater because life is meaningless
at 5 p.m. in the summertime.'

It was a great day. I still couldn't come up with a good blog post, though.

so, you know, play around with a photo booth app
and whatnot.