How cool! D started her own diary. She’s got a couple of quick entries, mostly pertaining to me. I said, hey, maybe your own diary will end up on the most popular list too, LOL! I offered to promote it by enclosing the link in my diary. If she has any objections, she can let me know and I’ll pull it out.

I’m the one she refers to as “B,” but as I told her, she doesn’t have to “B” me, LOL. She can use my name. My rule is no last names, no addresses, no emails and no phone numbers, but everybody’s different as far as what they’re willing to say. I don’t even mind my town being mentioned.

As I told her, I would be with her in one of her cold, snowy New York seconds if I were single.

I wrote her a little poem earlier and we’ll probably chat on Facebook in a few hours. We chatted yesterday morning. She said she was sorry about jumping the gun the other day and that abandonment is still an issue for her. It used to be for me too, but then I just got used to and accepted the fact that people will come and go throughout our lives no matter what. I assured her, though, that while I used to be a “casual dumper” and do feel a bit guilty about it, it’d take a hell of a lot to lose me. If she burned our place down or beat me up or ripped us off or did something extreme like that, then I’d leave. But not just because she may get the wrong idea about me at times or not be into the same music I’m into.

I didn’t know she didn’t get along with one of her roommates. That sucks. There’s nothing worse than not getting along with someone you have to live with.

Because she has no rent payment, a part of me thinks she should stay put, but if you’re not happy, you’re not happy, and the older she gets, the less tolerant of the cold and snow she gets.

My friend Eileen sent an email containing an interesting documentary about treating kids with ADHD through meditation as opposed to medication. She herself is going to be teaching meditation to high school kids. I definitely like the idea of a natural solution. They still overmedicate a lot of kids because it’s just easier to stick a label on a problem and treat it with pills. In my case, it was either deal with the effects of ADHD or go back to being a walking pharmacy, and I chose the effects over the cocktail party. But this has got me wondering if meditation could possibly help me with my own inability to focus for long and with my sleep problems. The question is how to meditate. The kids in the classroom in the documentary all appeared to be napping. They were just sitting there with their eyes closed. But what do you think about? I wonder. Are you supposed to think of good things or nothing at all?

I gave her the link to this journal, too. I don’t think she caught it on Facebook. I don’t know her very well, but it just seems odd that she wouldn’t have mentioned it if she’d been here.

I should have the next phase of my autobiography (On My Own in New England) posted within a week. Not all of my time as an adult, but whatever I can fit into a single entry.

Io sono una bionda! Yes, I am a blond. Barely. I think it looks more like light brown. This is the lightest my hair has ever been and a far cry from the reds and dark browns it usually is. I chose to lighten up so as to blend with the gray better. My hair grows so fast that the gray starts showing at the temples in just a week.

I wish I knew why I was bloated and watery at the WRONG time of month, and when the pains in my neck and chest are going to stop. It hasn’t been too bad, though yesterday, and when I first got up today, I had this strange pain at the base of my neck toward my left shoulder. In other words, I still have just about every symptom of heart failure without the failure, LOL.

Tom learned that our giant iMacs are held together with just one screw and 18 magnets. They use these giant suction cups to pry them apart when they need to work inside it which we could buy if we ever needed to get into ours.

I had a detailed dream with lots of dialog in Spanish, but cannot remember it.