The nice thing about rehearsing in a library at a junior high school is that we have Internet access. That means what? That you get to hear from me more often, when I don't have to be up front embarrassing myself. Please, hold your applause.

I've been on a crying jag lately. Everything I see makes me want to cry; everything I do or do not do seems worthy of tears. The amazing affection of my friends, or lack thereof in some cases, will bring me to tears at the drop of a hat.

As I pulled out of the grocery store parking lot earlier today, I saw a girl sitting on the sacks of rock salt just outside the door, stacked on their pallet. She was very, very still, her dark hair tangled in her face. She was picking at her nails idly.

People passed her without a glance, going to the pet store, the UPS store, the Pizza Hut, to their cars, their homes, their children. She seemed very stasis, unchangeable... I watched her for nearly ten minutes, and she did not move one single inch.

I cried all the way home.