For the first time in a long time I believe I experienced raw, uninhibited joy. Not sure where it came from, as the thoughts preceding this resembled nothing close to it.

Honestly I think my body forgot how pure happiness felt because it wasn't sure what to do. It was like Jack Skellington marveling at Christmastown and wondering, "What's this? What's this?" My heart hurt a bit, similar to a muscle you haven't exercised in ages. I couldn't contain it and teared up, lest I spontaneously combust.

A crooked, tired smile crossed my lips as I drove home on a semi-melted snowy I-80 West. Feelings don't fade, and this was something I needed to know still lived within me.

Everything will be OK. I will forgive and be free. God it feels beautiful.

Not really. I'm fascinated by medical oddities but my overly empathetic nature makes me flinch whenever I see Dr. House's team make an incision.

Part of my wonderings stem from my lack of a degree-related vocation. Maybe I'm being too picky, but what ever happened to finding a dream job? Something that brings relevant experience would be fine in the meantime, but no one seems to want someone without enough experience. Wait, how the hell am I supposed to get it then? *Puzzled look on face*

This is why maybe I should've been something boring: an accountant, a nurse. No, not boring... Ah, "practical," that's the one. Society will always need medical attention, and a bilingual nurse would be an asset. "Yay" for affirmative action?

I'm not sure if "practical" is the life I want though; it's not one of my strong traits anyways. ;-)