I have just moved into a place that is ideally suited to me. I have pets that (for whatever reason) appear to adore me; one of them is curled up in my lap at this very moment, and apparently can't decide if she wants to burble or purr. I have a job that fits me better than anything I could have ever hoped for when I graduated four years ago. I am living with a man who(for whatever reason) adores me. I have money in the bank (not enough, but who ever has enough?). So what else is it I want?

I remember back, five years ago, when I got sick. For the couple of weeks leading up to the Big Episode, I was cranky, tired, impatient, and stressed. This, even though I was just starting what would have been the easiest semester in veterinary school I'd have. I look at me now, and see the same signs. How long has this illness been creeping up on me? In retrospect, I know it's been longer than four weeks. More importantly, if this is just another aspect of the illness talking; is this something I can take by the horns and turn around?

I hope so. If I keep this up, I'm going to drive away everyone around me.