Crying in a coffeehouse
I don’t know if I’m going through menopause (can you do that at age 31?), if I’m pregnant (let’s hope not, I recently cursed out the Christmas tree for having to be fed so much water), or if I unknowingly got injected with hormones recently (a man did bump me on the El the other day), but this song by the Decemberists, which I’ve never heard before and thus have no emotional connection to is currently making me weep. Which is a little awkward since I’m in a coffeehouse. Seriously, tear-spillage right now. “We’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon”?!? Really?!? That makes you cry? What is going on, inner-self?!?!?
And I can’t turn stop replaying it.