Crying at the Y ... and Speaking Up Again
I went to the gym today to meet with a "fitness coach" to get oriented to the Y-set up my cardio workouts on the various machines, all that sort of stuff-but ended up in tears. I was totally crying, right there in the exercise room, though I didn't feel self-conscious about it at all. I felt aware that this ( Read more... )

The odd thing about having not only friends but also biological family on my list on Facebook is that I occasionally see some incredibly cheesy religious picture, and then a long cheesy religious story following it, and I get to the end ... and there isn't any ironic punch line. It's just some cheesy cliché, through and through. I feel so betrayed ( Read more... )