index | archives | notes Saturday, Dec. 03, 2005 12:47 p.m. << [ Twice This Week ] >> Our second performance was last night. Our best yet; I believe that we have this down, and when I'm onstage I feel it's where I belong. I saw a boy last night I've not seen since he graduated. We hugged (with a knife sticking out of my chest; awkward, but not impossible) and I was glad to see him. Last night, standing behind the wall waiting for my cue, it hit me. I'm using the production to run away from my life. But who can blame me? Onstage, I am intangible. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org