(Light candle. Sit on floor. Look somber)
"God?...hey, what's up...just checking in here...Question: why do I feel a gnawing (sp?) pain in my heart?...maybe I should wear my black turtle neck tonight....do I really expect to meet a guy in a bar?...too bad the vibrator's not working for me...it's like inserting a pager in your vagina...they should offer a class at the Learning Annex...wish I could still have casual sex...fun (sort of) followed by heartbreak (definitely)...no, thank you, those days are over...don't show that part on Sex and the City...except Miranda rocks, she's got the wise bitterness going on...do love that show...women friendships are the best...why are relationships with men so hard?...maybe I need to try being more dysfunctional....definitely more possibilities...lower my standards...no, that's not right, that's what I've always done..."don't be so picky" is what my father would say...thanks dad...so complicated...do believe in falling in love, unfortunately...when my soul mate gets here, I'll be too exhausted from waiting to have kids...he can be a house husband, I'll go earn the money....who needs kids right now...I just need a mate...have I reached nirvana yet?...."

Just for today, it's OK to think about love and sex while meditating.