Crying Jags

I had two yesterday. Crying jags, I mean. And granted, it was an especially shitty day, but still. I cried way too much. I blame it on hormones.

The first jag happened at work. Let's just say that someone needs to learn not to take on more than she can handle. (Me, obviously.) Thank goodness I have my own office, because for about two hours yesterday morning, no amount of effort on my part could stop the tears that were streaming out of my eyes. Naturally, my face looked lovely afterward.

The second one happened last night, after a telephone conversation with my ex. It's weird to talk to someone you used to be in a relationship with, once his or her "switch" has been flipped. Meaning, once he or she isn't in love with you anymore. It's like talking to a complete stranger.

After our conversation, I played that Dave Mason song, We Just Disagree, and cried for a little while. It's #8 on my "Men Are Assholes" CD, which I burned during college, back when I used to sit around burning "theme" CDs for every situation I could think of. (Parties, road trips, break-ups...you get the idea.) "Men Are Assholes" was one of my break-up CDs (followed by the sequel, Men Are STILL Assholes), and I still listen to it occasionally, when I'm feeling pouty over a guy.

Last night, I was feeling pouty over a guy. Seems he's lost his fee-el for me.