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We drove to Boonyville outside Napa today to interview a Sufi master who was previously a channeler and was an MD before that. He had a commune near Lake Berryessa, and our interview with him went very well. He said he could read people's energies, so the whole time he was being interviewed, I was thinking about how I was going to ask him what he saw in me. When we finished, he turned to the cameraman and said, "Would you like to ask me something?" John said no. The sufi master said, "I can sense in your heart that you have a question for me." I was highly doubtful.

Just as we were going to leave, I asked him what he saw in me. He said I had a very deep and comapssionate heart but that it had been broken and I need to heal in order to let laughter and joy back in my life. I thought that was the kind of general foof you could feel comfortable telling anyone. I don't know how I would handle any more laughter (especially after a weekend of Wistancia and Matisha references) and I don't think I have a broken heart. Tita concluded that my heart was broken by my dad ruining my parents' mariage.

Napa was stunning, but we ate in a chichi restaurant and I got a bit of culture shock after all the mom and pop joints we'd been frequenting. The patrons reeked of affluence.

Happy to be on the road again, we travelled back north to Sacramento. We interviewed the author of What Color Is Your Personality?, a book I would like to read some time. When we first walked in she asked me if I had studied psychology and told me I would be good at it. I told her I studied film and that I considered cinema to be a study of people, so it was very similar.

Her name is Carol, and her interview went great. Afterwards I asked her to read my colors. She said I was green (which is emotion) and yellow (logic). We were having post-shooting conversation when she turned to me and said, "What do you want to know?" I must have looked startled so she explained, "I need permission to read your energies." I explicated that I am one of those brutally honest, insatiable curiosity people. "I want to know everything. I would always rather know than not know something." So she told me that I have a message, and that I am going to be part of the new spiritual movement (oh lord!). She said that I was still trying to figure out how to communicate my message and all I could think is that I would, of course, write it in my diary. She told me that my personality carries their tension in their shoulders (absolutely true) and their jaw (absolutely false). She told me I had to watch my sugar intake (which I don't). But you heard it here first, so if I develope diabetes, this woman is a genius. And if I do, I can go to the Sufi guy to be healed. She also told me that I crash five days after I get my period and that I should be charting my cycle. I have a total of zero desire to do so. My period takes up enough of my time when I have it, and I don't want to spend any extra time thinking about it.

But anyway, the woman was very sweet and I really appreciated her taking the time to communicate what she saw to me. She thanked me for being so genuine, which I thought was unbelievbly nice. I am just so glad to be back home with my man now and gearing up for his graduation on Saturday.

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two years ago today: "Women are scarse in the weight room, opting for the stair-master room, so of course the men stare at any females around."

one year ago today: I didn't write because I was working on my honors thesis.

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