Crying like a baby.

I'm pretty sure that until last night, the last time I cried because I was tired was when I was a baby. But I was super tired last night. And I cried -- couldn't even help it. I now have a bit more sympathy for the poor little babes who won't shut up simply because they need to sleep.

Of course, I have become a terribly emotionally-driven person in the last few years; I'm sure that also had something to do with it. And every day now, mainly because of my job, I am absolutely flooded with questions and issues and concerns I've never had to face, which tires my mind and my heart unmercifully, so...That undoubtedly had something to do with it as well.

I have GOT to finish my apartment-moving process so that I can finally have clear free time at home, so I can finally write. And process. Perhaps in a slightly more formal format; we shall have to see. If a certain magazine sees fit to offer my processing on their website again, then so much the better, since everyone's who's asking about my life can then get it all in one articulate swoop. Not that I don't want to talk to you all, my dear friends, but then you'll have context and we can cut to the chase. :)




Unrelatedly (no not a word), I should just accept my love for the blog, i think -- I always intend to write about 3 sentences, and that never happens, does it?..