I've developed an addiction to a guided imagery CD that is apparently for people with PTSD. I personally do not remember ever serving the military during a war but perhaps it works on me for a different reason. It's been over a week now that I've been listening to it every night in bed and I can't get to sleep without it. Judge me if you want but I happen to enjoy the sweet rapture of slumber before the sun comes up, so whatever. I don't know what I'm going to do next time I feel like inviting someone home with me but I know that I'm sure as hell not giving up my self-help guru Belleruth Naparstek for some one-night-stand. (I just checked Belleruth's blog, by the way, and the recent entry starts off "I'm sixty-six years old. I saw my first Pete Seeger concert at the age of 20 in 1963, when I was home for the summer and a totally cool, new boyfriend took me to see him at a small folk concert at Brandeis University." This lady's fucking rad.)I imagine clicking on this 22-minute track of gossamer-winged dreaminess all ready to snuggle up with a new special someone and the response will be a horror akin to when I went on a blind date to the house of someone I will not name to go drink vodka (that was the whole date: we drank vodka) and I ended up staying over. As soon as the lights went out for bedtime this weirdo inserted a mouth guard for overnight usage due to serious involuntary teeth grinding and thought we were gonna get sexy from there. Big no on that one. So I guess karma's a bitch like that.You can listen to the good part here, but I'm warning you, you're in for some serious heart healing and relaxation:LIZ ARMSTRONG