  Dear urlLink D-Nasty , I, too, am obsessed with what sort of person I shall be/become. I think we're the same age about, maybe its indicative of our age. My husband--that's one thing I got figured out, but then, you're paid so that trumps me--also had crappy job puns when a few years back he was designing the node 3 bathroom aboard the International Space Station, starring the innovative combustible toilet. The moral is, crappy jobs abound from elephants to space. If you cover your skin in green tea before and after sunbathing, you're likely to escape cancer, as green tea eats up those feisty little carcinogens formed from UV rays. If you just say the body politic, you don't have to worry about whether politics is a singular or plural noun.
Medicine is a far more corrupt field than politics or law, maybe that's the turn-on for you? I'm a big fan of wives, want one of my own. Damn polygamy laws keep me from getting one, though. Forget the pet. My cat is making me sell my house. Want to buy a house? Downtown Houston? Bible-belt frontage? The universe is playing with us. My emotions are like play-doh in some gods' playdate. Love life, lost in life, love life, find pests taking over your house. 
