So, last night I cried myself into an earache.
And while I know good and well it’s the allergies of the season, and I’ll hit the school clinic next week if it’s not better, still. It sounds better the other way around.
Last night I watched The Descendants. With my boyfriend George Clooney. I had heard that it was soul wrenching. I think subconsciously that’s why I didn’t see it in the theatre. My mental stability at the end of the semester and the beginning of this year couldn’t withstand a wrenching, of any kind. But last night, I chose to jump.
I think it’s one of the most beautifully told stories, beautifully crafted, the whole shebang, that I’ve seen in a long time. I did ugly cry. A real lot. It’s still with me this morning. The girl in it? Shailene Woodley? Amazing. She held her own in every single moment of the film.
But even as I was talking to friends online, I would tune right back up.
There are scenes, and not to give too much away, but there are scenes in which family members say goodbye to someone who is being taken off of life support. I think the honesty is what got me. Woof. It was hefty.
I followed that up with Being Elmo. It’s a documentary that’s on Netflix right now and I’ve been wanting to see it and thought that it would be the perfect pick me up after what I’d just watched. HOLY CRAP, I think I cried harder at that one. It’s a beautiful story. Beautiful. But there were tears…Lord. Lot’s of tears. Especially during the scenes of Jim Henson’s memorial service.
Today is slammed at work. The weekend is slammed with more fun. Then we’re back at it. School. Focus. Reading. Homework. Papers. Spring Break down, and onward until June. I have carpets that require deep cleaning. Stuff that has to be returned that I borrowed for Chris’ celebuneral. There’s lot’s left to check off the list before this break is over…but I’m kind of ready for some routine again.
My brain is just kind of mushy this morning. Rather than continue to blather nonsense, I’ll just say HAPPY FRIDAY YA’LL!! and peaceout.
Misti Ridiculous 
I’ve had this leaky eye syndrome under control for some time now. Then Hospice called me today at 11:51 to see if I was OK. I’m blaming it all on allergies.
Being Elmo nearly killed me dead from drowning. I don’t know why it didn’t dawn on me that a guy who works for Sesame Street have anything to do with Jim Henson. What. The. Fuck. was I thinking?
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I have cried at some point…every day. It comes at the most random of times. Sitting at a red light. Seeing his comments on old blog posts. Coffee. and it may only last a sob or two, or it may not get that far.
but…
I cry every day.
Fucking Elmo didn’t help a bit. Not one little bit.
I’m blaming the mercury retrograde on everything until the middle of April.
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