I got a good cry out last night and hopefully the new, used phone I ordered from ebay will work. One of the perhaps lesser-known side effects of many anti-depressants is that it's very hard to cry when you're taking them, even when you want to. So when I cry, I have to be really beaten down by the man, and I kind of take it as an opportunity to cry about everything. So I had myself a good cry, akin to Holly Hunter's sob sessions in Broadcast News. And now I don't feel totally great, but it's Coupon Madness Saturday (I'm restocking my groceries with the liberal use of coupons. I am really getting into this coupon thing, even if I can't decide how to pronounce "coupon"), and time to move on from this phone bullshit.
It's all right to cry, you know. Crying gets the sad out of you.
About Me
- Carli N. Wendell
- I am a 30-something Jersey girl. My current interests are walking long distances, absorbing as much theater as possible (especially musicals) and wasting enormous amounts of time on the Internet. I own a coupon binder. I'm obsessed with my cat (with whom I share this profile) When I write as my cat, I am an 11-year-old tabby cat. I enjoy blankets and long slurps from the sink. I also like turkey, chicken, cheezburger, shrimps, salmons, tunas, and French fries. And corn. And Star Wars.
3 comments:
kee-you-pon, if you pronounce it
koopon, people will assume your house has little wheels on it and is destined to be in the path of a tornado
That's what I always said, Klaatu. I literally had screaming matches with my parents over it. But then I found out that according to the dictionary, either is appropriate. And the computer voice at the self-checkout at the store says "Koopon." I'm working on a hybrid. "Kooypon."
Hey! There's no crying in blogworld!
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