either that or "crying myself to sleep" wednesday night was a good cathartic. I put the above in scare quotes because although it was a banner night in that I cried for the first time in five years I didn't come close to wracking sobs but rather silently squeezed out enough tears for one very small rivulet into my ear. then I stopped. this apparently is what happens now when I get really really really sad.
testosterone is so weird.
so now I am up late and drinking coffee so I can stay up even later because I'm having such a good time.
maybe this is the denial stage?