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I love posting more when I am enjoying insomnia. I don't think about what my readers will say, I'll just say what eats me, and then it doesn't bother me any more.

Then maybe, just maybe I can sleep.

The story Dear Dear Diary itself is good, right up until the part where Tony walks in and becomes a part of Jeannie's life. Or Lie as I just typoed it. That's appropriate. I picture him following her around, popping while she moves from one part of the kitchen or the living room, or even the bathroom... She is talking to him and he is just listening at first. He doesn't need to say anything. He just watches her like a woman would like to be watched- he wants to watch her because of who she is and what she means to him and to hell with what the world thinks. Only because he's a figment of her imagination, nobody really knows.

We've talked about turning it into a screenplay. John would play both Frank and Tony, and I would be Jeannie, and Jazz would film it. Outside of myself that seems uncomfortable and odd. Yet, that very discomfort would act in catalyst and if we conveyed that onto the screen, it would be a fantastic movie.

I can picture a scene.... Jeannie is in her kitchen, cornered. Tony has been watching, and finally says something. "Jeannie, I'm going to kiss you now." And she shakes her head no.... but turns around anyway with her eyes closed, and Frank kisses her. Frank loves her very much. Jeannie? she isn't sure. And yet, she knows.  ¶ 6:17 PM