Dear diary,

In my sleepless nights I often turn to you to record my hatred of the Celestial Dragons and the various fantasies which I have of the cruel and unusual tortures and deaths I wish upon them. Tonight is different, however. I would prefer to speak of the sumptuous joy of a good cherry pie, still warm, perhaps stolen from the windowsill, as the theft adds to the juiciness of the morsel, as all who have ever stolen apples know.