to cover the silence...
...of my day, i made brooke a birthday cake, and bought her fancy candles, and tried to make it pretty. her "k" turned into a blob, which made me very very sad... and still dissapoints me, even though the blob-k has long been eaten... and then that made me think about how very peculiar i am...and then it made me think of the hours...
"Ahh, Mrs. Dalloway... always giving parties to cover the silence..." Richard Brown- The Hours
and then i realized thats what my day was... planning a cake for a party which would successfully cover the silence, so i could stop crying for a while.