Oh, good point. I think that an anti-depressant that takes away my sex drive would in itself be totally depressing!

On another note, on the disturbing ubiquity of medication... I was reading a Times travel article about Francis Ford Coppola's eco-tourism resorts in Belize. Good for the economy, right, to foster tourism in order to preserve rainforests, rather than cutting them all down to graze cattle. Plus give wealthy westerners a taste of adventure bathed in luxury. Gag. I have mixed feelings, because this article just reeked to me of blind neocolonialism. Well, the woman who wrote the article mentions that on the drive from one resort to another, while she's lounging in the back of the jeep watching the scenery pass by (jungle, mud huts, shoeless children, how quaint and exotic), she starts to feel nauseus from the bumpy ride. So she pops a xanax! She says so right in the middle of this article, this review of Coppola's resorts! Well, needless to say, she enjoys the ride with greater ease post-xanax. She even describes in articulate and languid terms the sense of detachment that falls over her. I couldn't believe it. I wonder how much nausea was from the bumpy ride, or the coming face-to-face with poverty and reality.

Alprazolam is great. Alot of drugs have sexual side effects but I never noticed one with that. Even Nyquil and Tussin have them.

I had very vivid dreams last night of reuniting with a friend who is dead. This makes me pensive because I have a very practical side that says not to believe in things one can't prove. Not that I require proof, it's just that I'm wary of fooling myself. I don't want to accept something uncritically. Yet I'd so like to believe she was really ok and talking to me.

I wish we had more choices for those message board smilies, the ones that show on the board page. Sometimes none of them really fit.

There are alot of psychics who say our loved ones visit us in our dreams to let us know they're okay or to give us messages, and I like to think it's true. When I was in 9th grade I had a friend who died in a car accident. For a few years after her death I had a recurring dream that I was meeting her in the middle of a bridge that spanned way above the clouds. I don't know what it meant or what her message was other than to let me know she was okay and that there was a life beyond death.

I talked to someone on a ouija board once that was a weird spirt. This is what are called demons. I asked it if it was Evil and it said yes. Then I asked it if it wanted to be evil and it said "no".
It also said it wanted our children. and I said why? and it replied "because you killed ours" I still dont understand it but it scared me away from the thing for awhile.

I was listening to a morning radio show the other day where they were talking about String Theory and how one of the predictions of String Theory is that space-time has ten dimensions. We're only able to perceive the three dimensions of space and one of time, so there very well may be things out there that exist that we're not aware of. It's possible that we're all connected on some other dimension that does not differentiate between the living and non-living, the way we do in this one. Anyway, I believe.