...perhaps it might be more specifically stated that it wasn't me, but me tearfully AIMing to transtempts last night.
Me: I seriously want to like, break into pointless tears.
Me: And I don't even know why!
Me: Which is like, depressing, because crying is very cathartic.
transtempts: Are you on prednisone?
Me: But I have nothign to cath--yes.
transtempts: That would be why.
I really, really should remember that prednisone is like having my period but with less bloating and higher level detail orientation
I don't want to talk about this again, but this is where I remember.
I recevied an email from my ex-super; my other ex-super who I still kept in touch with and who was wonderful died the weekend I went to Port Aransas. He emailed me when he changed jobs, but I was out of the office and never got back to him, and it's been like, nineteen months since he was one of my supervisors and he and R are still the best I ever had.
He left a wife, a son, a dog, a bright career, and brilliant memories. I miss him.