I believe I'm experiencing strange new moods and I wonder if it's from the two plasma donations I do every week?

I seem to rest more deeply now when I sleep. Dreams are more intense. I feel happier. My concentration is more focused. And even my weightless is continuing, as I seem to have broken a long plateau.

But as you may be able to tell from a recent song I wrote and produced, I hate needles! 

Once, at a get together with a woman that lived above me who was briefly in the Manson Family, I had somehow gained her confidence and when everyone had left she opened up to me to the incredible life she had lived. 

In a velvet lined wooden box that contained her syringe was a guitar string she caught when Jimmy Page tossed it to the studio audience after it broke while the Yardbirds played, "Heart Full of Soul" for some English TV show. She had used it as a tourniquet, but now was trying to kick heroin. 

"You're creative. Can you make this into a bracelet for me? Might save me," she said with a smile.

Went to see "Sherlock Holmes" for $3 today, then when it was over stepped out into gray, wet, cold, London-like weather. It had a weird 3D feeling, as though I were still in the movie, but without the explosive action, quick pacing and rapid editing. 

Then it started sleeting! 

Ahh, Spring!

Reading a biography about one of my favorite actresses, Dame Judi Dench and while I still love her work, I was disturbed to learn she loves sneaking up behind people and giving them a "wedgie" right before they step out on stage. 

What a bitch!

A girl I once knew let it slip that her pet name for her man was "Inchworm" so I thought she meant he had a small penis. She realized this by my expression and quickly clarified that he didn't, but that she liked to bounce up and down on him. 

But we didn't believe her.

"Ride up and down and up and down! I love you!"