Take me to the place where...

Blood, it's the main reason why I refuse to be a doctor. He's been trying to persuade me to go to med school. Ten years ago it's what I wanted, but now the pharmacy is fine for me. Even the lab where blood is contained in little vials or capped bottles. I'm fine with that. I'm not too much of a people person. I get flustered. I can't communicate well. Being a doctor is not for me. I just don't want it.

You know what also scares me? The idea of marriage and kids. He totally brought up kids Sunday. These are nice concepts, but they too are not for me-- not now, anyway. Just give me a few years.
Wow.

Mmm, I'm cranky. I'm also very hungry. Chris suggested getting a sandwich. I just might do that. With that in mind, be good.

Quick question: how often do you use the words: pinnicle, lewd, mandatory, jubilant, and forthright?