Sob Story

I cried myself out today.

You know how sometimes, without even realizing it, you build up your tears and promise to spill them at a later time when it's more convenient? It can be for a few minutes or a few years. Well, today I emptied the tank.

I was finishing up, My Sister's Keeper, by Jodi Picoult (excellent read-SD seal of approval) and it just started as a little tear escaping to a full-blown snot fest of heaving sobs. Swollen and red face, mascara in my nose, bloodshot eyes--the works.

I guess you just have to do that every so often to remind yourself you're human.