I spent a good 5 minutes this morning staring into the cool depths of my refrigerator with tears in my eyes. I had stopped at home, bone tired, after an awesome shift at work, and immediately had to leave again to go to the car dealership to sort out some stuff. (Sidebar: with luck, I will have a new baby soon, and I will name him Steven, and he will be mine. Mine and shiny and almost new. The new love of my life, because I am tired of walking and busing, and I can finally (FINALLY!!!) afford a car of my own. :). **sigh of happiness**.) When I finally came home for good, I decided it would be wise to consume something before I collapsed into a heap on my bed shivering (from the aftermath of a deluge of caffeine that had coursed through my veins in the wee hours of the morning) opened the refrigerator door, when something inside me broke.
I think (I think) the tears were coming from exhaustion. The first night of a set of night shifts is never an easy one (this pearl of knowledge is coming from my extensive experience on the job, a grand total of 4 weeks). Or maybe it was, at least in part, a consequence of my mile long trek to and from work. Whichever the reason, I broke down, and I find this hilarious, 'cuz I don't know why it happened.
I feel fine. I really, truly do.
Oh, the joys of the intricacy of human emotion.