I have since pinned that one giant curl in the front back with a tiny barrette.

So there’s this poem about crying called “Yesterday I Cried” by Iyanla Vanzant. I won’t put it here, but you should Google it. I went through something like that on Saturday. I was pretty drunk, to tell you the truth, and the fact that I was intoxicated made all of the “hold it together” we all have just sort of go away, and when it did, all I had left was a whole lot of sad that came bubbling up. I was happy, too, of course, I was with dear friends and they rock my world. But boy oh man, all that sad just came slamming up through my body, totally unexpectedly, and it hit me in the back of my face, and I gasped and put my hands to my cheeks to hold it all in, but it was too big, and it came gushing out of the front, sending me scrambling for tissues and privacy.

I cried and I cried and I cried, sitting on the floor of the bathroom with my knees pulled up to my forehead. I forgot to lock the door, though, and my buddy Jake came in having to pee and I probably scared him half to death. Jake is really a wonderful dude, so he sat with me, and I told him that I had decided to cry out all of the unhappy all at once, and it was taking a while, and I made him cry, too, which I felt bad about. And then I felt better. And then I threw up.

That is all.