4:40 a.m. Been up for about two hours. I blame the cat. He blames me because his food dish was empty.

Been having a bit of a dry spell in the romance department lately. So, I'm engaging in what must be the secret project of many a single person on a late night - googling ex-lovers.

Finally ran across something from the woman I was involved with in 1999. She was totally in love with me for a while, and I put her in therapy. Very, very bright. Very sweet woman.

Doing okay now. Professor of Education at a college in New York City. Wrote a paper comparing Danish playgrounds to American playgrounds (no. not the same one I was talking about in my last entry.)

I wonder what she was doing in Denmark. She was blond haired and blue eyed. Maybe she has a Scandinavian lover. Some tall Dane with a muscular body. The thought sort of pleases me. Better than thinking of her so burnt from me that she never dated again. Which she talked about.

For a second, I thought about writing her. Thought, maybe it would have worked, and could work now that I'm a bit more mature. Nah. Better off leaving it alone.

From the Beatles

One, two, three, four
Can I have a little more?
five, six, seven eight nine ten I love you.

A, B, C, D
Can I bring my friend to tea?
E, F, G H I J I love you.

Sail the ship, Chop the tree
Skip the rope, Look at me

All together now....

Black, white, green, red
Can I take my friend to bed?
Pink, brown, yellow orange and blue I love you

All together now....

Sail the ship, Jump the tree
Skip the rope, Look at me

All together now....