Eleven.

Eleven is my favorite number (along with sixteen, the date of my anniversaries and the year of my best time). November 11 was a few days ago, and this reminded me of how my childhood friends said one could make a wish at 11:11. I loved that: the thought that twice a day, I had the opportunity to wish for anything. If I notice the clock at 11:11 now, I still feel a thrill. So on November 11, I wrote,

11/11. Can I make wishes all day?

• Easy standing up in class
• Even speaking in class
• Elimination of the agitation that keeps me awake or uncomfortable
• No more almost falling asleep while driving
• No more driving unless I want to
• Unlimited Dr. Pepper with no weight consequences
• No more need for lithium
• A second counselor who specializes in BSD and can help me build a life plan
• Absence of anger, mistrust, and humiliation
• More time with Buddy [Bruce]
• Time and money for family activities
• A real vacation
• A warmer indoor pool and building
• No more criticism at work
• Time, desire, and energy to write in my long-abandoned journal
• More intimacy interest and opportunity
• A clean room
• Time and energy for my little creative projects
• No more upset stomach
• Healthy hair again
• No more cracked mouth corners
• No more painfully dry hands
• No more credit card debt
• No more student loans
• No more getting out of breath in class
• Enjoying makeup, clothes, and jewelry again
• Better sleep at night
• Less sleepiness in the evening
• A couple of reliable babysitters
• Cooking ability and interest
• Hope