I definitely shouldn’t be as proud as I am of my ability to choke down sudden-onset Feels and get on with my workday, but my GOD, this time was impressive.
I deserve some sort of Irish medal.
But…tonight is pretty much earmarked entirely for a date with Fiona Apple, bourbon, and an Ugly Cry.
And hey, happy bonus of the nausea: my lunch is still sitting untouched on my desk. They’re diet feelings this time! Feelings Lite! 100-Calorie Feelings!
Ahem. There’s a line from “Friends” where Chandler introduces himself by saying, “I’m Chandler, I make jokes when I’m uncomfortable.”
P.S. I’ll be fine. Don’t call any hotlines.