and i found that at annies.

there was this girl three aisles in front of me, over to my right, who... i dont know the delicate way to say this.

she was a downs kid. but there was also more to her, i think.

i saw her first at the intermission, she had turned to her left and was holding a conversation with someone who wasnt there.

this someone was standing up, from what i gathered.

and this someone (i just assumed it was a woman, i dont know why, but from here on out this someone will be "her" or what have you) was making the kid laugh and smile.

so i loved her.

even if she didnt exist.

i watched the real girl the rest of annie. she got into the songs, and i think i saw her crying at one point.

things like that get me.

i also find myself watching the shaft of light from the spotlight a lot, too.

i like the fact that dust gets caught up in that beam and the light becomes solid.

i've always been fascinated with light.

the play itself was alright. the dog, sandy, didn't get near enough stage time.

sandy was a nice looking dog, too. muscled with a shiny coat.

greatest part was when, on stage, sandy yawned.

i agreed with him.

came back to the grandma's where i was promptly fed.

you know what i dont hear near enough of?

"i hate legumes."

please, for your old pal crayon, say that.

just once.