There's a widespread belief that crying is good for us.
Well it had better be, because I've been doing it more or less non stop for the past six months. I cry when I go to bed and I cry when I wake up and I don't really know what I'm crying about anymore. I cry at my desk and I cry in yoga when my head is down. Yoga! It's either cry or punch a bendy piece of fluff in the pouty gob.
I don't cry in front of people, but I did today. It was embarrassing; for me and for my new boss.
Too much of a good thing.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
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Bloody hell, mate! I'm only a phone call away.
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