I've figured out what one of my problems is right now: I don't have enough lead in my ass, i.e., things that I would normally laugh off will now either reduce me to tears or knock all the wind out of me. I'm like a Weeble without enough ballast. This is not a happy metaphor, as I'm rather Weeble-shaped anyway and it's not a good look. It's just not taking much to push me over the edge right now, as though I were in that Almodovar movie that I never liked anyway. Lose a little sleep, run into a complication, get snubbed by someone: instant tears. I mean, I'm weepy at the best of times, but now it's just ridiculous.
On the other hand, at least I'm feeling something. Count yer blessings. Just don't push me.
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