Hormones. Pretty sure it’s hormones.
Elaine shot me a link to a blog post about crying like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News.
are just sad.
A cry would be great. Some great cathartic wave like some passing storm. Leave me clean. But it isn’t there to that point. Not built to a level to pour out my eyes. Until then, I am wrapped in a fuzzy blue filter.
UPDATE: Maybe I wasn’t sad. Maybe all I needed was a nap and something with butter.