hilary and jackie was on earlier. that movie always, always moves me to tears. thoughts of summers at catholic. memories of sitting in front of the performing arts building at tech, wondering if i could become something else because the music had gotten far too painful. dreams of running, constant running. feeling beautiful only when behind the veil of the music, that maybe by playing something beautiful, by being the creator of something so lovely that could captivate and charm an audience that might not have paid me much notice otherwise...that maybe i would somehow be transformed as well...