No one like a sap.
Yesterday, I reached a new level of hypersensitivity. I cried a little bit, teared up, really, at a juggling act. Granted, it was a really good juggling act, but still. My life is basically brief periods of drout between misting and crying jags. Trying to watch something like Extreme Home Makeover or those medical miracle shows is a train wreck for me. I can't leave the house for at least 3 hours after. Media in general is dangerous territory for me. I can inadvertantly send snot running from my nose by having a "family funeral" daydream. It doesn't matter which family member hypothetically dies, it is always an imaginary tragedy that gets me going. Maybe there is medication for this kind of thing. Laudenum or uppers or something.