Crying is stupid. So am I.

I am experiencing some weird sort of hormonal reaction to quarantine+general fear.

I am at the point where I tear up at everything on the TV screen. It’s like when I was pregnant. I swear to Zeus. Exactly the same. Except back then it was Sara McLachlan and abused animals. And I have some vague memory of a commercial featuring a little girl dancing on her daddy’s feet at a wedding. That one KILLED me every time.

It’s just like that now, all over again. Anyone cries on anything I watch? Sobbing. A cute puppy on a commercial? Uncontrolled weeping. Children playing outside like the world is normal? Hysterical hiccuping wailing. I’m running out of Kleenex, and that was supposed to be my emergency back-up toilet paper supply.

All of my girlbits have long been vacuumed out, so this shit needs to stop. If I start puking in the mornings somebody needs to alert some wise men that a miracle is impending.