Today was one of those days -- I'm assuming everyone has days like these, but I could be wrong (please tell me I'm not wrong!) -- where I started crying at 8:30am and never really got it back together.
I mean, I wasn't a weepy mess all day. It was just there the whole time, ready to burst out again every couple of hours for another round.
I'm a little stressed. And I'm a little sad. And I'm a lot tired.
It seems to be a system I've worked out with myself. When I don't give my eyes enough time to be closed at night, they punish me by spewing tears all day.
So just deal with it, bus-driver-at-8:30am-wondering-why-this-crazy-girl-is-crying-on-your-bus. It had to be done.
And now I feel better.
Til tomorrow!
4 comments:
don't worry, sweetie. we're getting drinks when you get here.
Love you.
Ditto what Nate said. Wish we could send Bruno to you to give you a big sloppy doggie kiss. (No really. I want to send him to you.)
Thanks guys. I can't wait to see you! And KSo, I would totes take Bruno on my roadtrip!
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