What a Day

You know that feeling you get when you wake up and it's your birthday or it's christmas or it's easter or something??? You just know something wonderful is going to happen that day and you jump out of bed in anticipation.
That's what I felt like this morning.

Nothing particularily 'good' or 'exciting' happened today...but the night is still young. I was thinking maybe a phone call from somebody extra special...so I've been jumping out of my seat each time the phone rings. But no sign of the prodigal yet. I don't know what I mean by prodigal.

I think I need help. Moreover, I think I need the counsel of a good friend. I'm happy, but at the same time something is pulling at my conscience and heart and I don't know what. Maybe if I just talk for a bit it'll all come out. Maybe I'll cry a little (yikes!) or maybe i'll just supress a nervous giggle. Either way, it's got to come out. It is driving me to the loonie bin.

I have a lab exam on Friday and for the first time this year...I'm kind of anxious. After that bio midterm, I don't know what my odds of passing with flying colours are. Eeek.

Nav, you'd be so proud of me; I got a 94 on my psyche midterm! Perhaps the fact that I took the same class last year worked in my favour. Hahah. Second time is always a charm. If not the second, then the third. If not the third, then the fourth...etc, etc.

I almost made the class cry today during my communication presentation. Glorious. The impact of the reality of child abuse and neglect on people is truly astounding. I still can't believe Victoria Climbe's aunt and uncle tied her in a plastic bag along with her excrement in a freezing bath tub in an uninsulated bathroom in the dead of winter. Moreover, I cannot believe that the health care system didn't pick up on the signs of maltreatment upon her orderly visits. She was sent to three hospitals because suspicions of child abuse were reported. And NOTHING! was recorded. It's a fucking joke. Really. And that was in 2000. I cried the first time I read that.

Sigh.

Random thought: I wonder how Neal's tattoo is progressing. Nothing but fantasmic I can imagine. I am writhing with jealousy.