I'm always a little embarrassed to come back here and write my usual drivel after an entry such as yesterday's. It feels a bit manic, as I'm sure it sounds.

Time has, of course, granted perspective. I basically took the morning off (a story unto itself) and went about preparing for my day in slow motion, trying not to think about anything other than simply getting bathed, getting dressed, drying my hair, putting on makeup, tying my shoes.

What I wrote last night was the truth, as it was happening at that time. I was basically in a panic. It's sort of like what happens when you let yourself contemplate eternity for too long; you basically reach a point where your mind can no longer comprehend the concept, and you have to force yourself to start thinking about something else.

I still can't articulate what I'm feeling. It's the most profound sense of unsettled-ness I have ever felt. I know that it is likely a product of my impending graduation and move, but there are other factors. I simply have an overall feeling that I can't get a foothold anywhere, and while I have been successful at ignoring it, it caught up with me last night.

I feel better today. While I busy my conscious self with the daily task of being a law student, I'm allowing my unconscious to work the problem, to conquer my initial fear.

Looking back, I supposed I should have realized that there would come a time when I would simply have to determine exactly what my place in this world is. If part of that is going on a journey of faith, then I will do it, with open eyes, open ears, open mind.

After I uploaded the entry last night, my first click was to Corina's journal and this, her Jan. 31 entry. It is hysterical and even in my state of flux it made me laugh right out loud from just about the first sentence. My thanks (and condolences), pretty corina-lady.

So this morning I woke up to the most awful noise, and hauled myself over the window to see what was going on. The big-ass snow removal thing was screeching back and forth, pushing all the snow that had accumulated on the side of the road into one big pile at the end of the block, in preparation for the other set of vehicles that would suck it up, shoot it into the back of a pick-up and haul it away somewhere.

Except that my car was still stuck in the remaining snow about half a block in front of the snowplow.

I had slept in a t-shirt and waffle-knit pants, so I pulled on shoes and my fleece pullover and dashed outside to move my car, except that I couldn't move it, as it was stuck in the snow they were trying to remove.

I'm telling you, I had visions of some awful horror movie. There's the biggest snowplow I have ever seen, pushing a metric ton of snow in my direction, me going from first to reverse in an effort to rock myself free. He thankfully stopped about ten yards in front of me, hopped out of the truck, evaluated my situation, and told me to just keep trying to go in reverse while he pushed on the hood.

I was finally set free, but, of course, with nowhere to park. I had to drive about three blocks away and then walk back to my apartment hoping I didn't run into any of my classmates, since I looked like I just fell out of bed, which basically, I had.

I don't know why things like this happen to me.

Can I just say what a kick-ass channel Bravo is? Not only are they entertaining me with Moonlighting three times a day (well, I usually only catch it about three times a week, but it's nice to know it's there), they are giving me a reason to stay home on Friday nights.

Twin Peaks. Another show that, like Moonlighting, was terrific for the first couple of seasons. As far as I know, they're only showing it Friday nights, which is kind of cool. It's just like it's on real TV, plus, like I said, it gives me something to watch.