Twas a bit of a joke. Obviously I wasn't crying enough that I was completely blind. Music just really gets to me when it's a meaningful song and I've been stressed the last week. I had to put down Cuzco last night too, which didn't help at all.Well, I spent the drive to work torn between sobbing from a song and trying not to die in a fiery crash because I couldn't see. Now I'm trying to convince myself not to skip out on my therapy appointment.
And obviously I'll go to my appointment, I'd have to pay even if I skipped at this point in the day. Just a battle I have mentally every two weeks on if I should just not go or not. But I'd feel bad wasting her time too.