(this is annie)

Oh god, I cried at work today! And even the plant lady noticed as she came by to water the plants. "Hope you feel better," she said to me in a maternal tone of voice. "Dankth," I blubbered into my kleenex. The odd thing is, I've had a good day. I took a long lunch break and scooted around the West Loop, I finished my work early, and I felt fine as a fiddle. After eating some ravioli, I started thinking about an old friend, and you know what happened then: Waterworks! I hate crying, mostly because I can't do it gently. Sure, there are bigger reasons of wanting to seem perpetually nonplussed, but it's the physical effects that really sting. I wind up holding my breath and frowning and dripping snot and generally looking like WC Fields. Nothing graceful about that.