Today was quite a day. After listening to Helen sing and play songs she herself composed, the feeling of inspiration did not leave me throughout the duration of the day. It distracted me during math and haunted me during electives, and most constructive was I to apply that hungry passion to vocal words during theatre. And finally, unable to stand it any longer, I made it home and locked myself on the keys of the piano. And when that tired I moved upstairs and again fled my fingers to keys; different keys; keys with letters whose chords played out a page or two and a wonderful melody of plotline in my novel. It felt so wonderful to be here again. You'll never understand. You'll never comprehend how painful it is to leave, how hard it is to find, how naturally it comes when I am there. Happy 18th Birthday, Justin Mossman, my pre-school buddy! You've gone from dork, to Super Stud. I stand amazed. Hold on to that senior/president/king card. It will take you places (like, the front of the line). Carrie