It's My Party...

It's been a hell of a day. Of course any day you have get up and be at work at 7:30 a.m. isn't grand, but with the knowledge that Big Brother is keeping track of the comings and goings only makes it better.

Leaving, on my way to court, I pull up to an intersection and look both ways. Everyone is trying to get to work, zipping by. I saw something in the road and thought it was a box. I then realized it wasn't a box, it was a dog that had been hit and it was still alive. I watched and thankfully is stopped breathing. All I could think about was the dog I lost when it was hit be a car in front of me. I began to cry. And it began.

I have cried all freakin' day. I listen to a Disney podcast and cried. I got a e-mail and cried. I did paperwork and cried. I made copies and cried. I hated this day and....wait for it...yes, I cried.

I logically know why, I cried all day. It's the hormonal changes that come right before Aunt Flo visits. But logic does nothing to help when you can't stop crying. This isn't a cathartic, you feel better after type cry. This is a hic-cupping, hyper-venitlating, for no good reason crying. I'm home now and I'm still crying. I will be glad when this day is over so I can have some control back.

Sorry if you thought this was going to be some happy post, but it's my party and I'll cry whether I want to or not.