The piano is not firewood yet
- I cut off my hair. Finally.
- To me, choir is a collection of I-don't-know-why-I-didn't-cry.
- I accepted the end of the year sitting alone in the band hall with you. I would rather duet with you any day.
- Yet again, this show is proving me wrong. I think it's the wonderful company.
- I am of the opinion that whatever happens will be for the best in the long run. I could always go to New York(!)
- I should be writing every day.
- I think too much about what this will mean in twenty years.
- Nothing is ever going to be exactly as it is now.
- Well maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
