I am an emotional nightmare these days.
Seriously. Just a wreck.
I've cried every single day for the past eleven days.
I cried last night because I got my new computer. I was just so overcome with joy at that bright shiny box. I cried again as I tried to set it up. Also? I said some curse words involving the desk from Hell, but we won't get all into that.
Then? I was watching The Biggest Loser and I cried when Grandpa Moses lost 31lbs in a week. Okay, I cried AFTER I shrieked such things as,
"Oh Sweet Lord! How is that humanly possible!"
"Can you believe that crap?!?! What the crap?"
"I am NOT shrieking Jason!!!"
I did not cry because Amber was kicked off. She was such a freaking baby. I noticed she was an EMT and I know this is going to sound really evil and petty and vile, but I do not understand how she can do her job really well as an EMT if she couldn't run down a hill. I dated this guy (okay "dated" probably isn't wildly accurate. More like we went out once and then I attempted to avoid him everafter) and he was an EMT and he was, well, pretty overweight.
Okay. Honestly? You could run laps around him. And I say that as a member of the Fatty McLala club, so I'm just being honest here.
And he had some kind of problem where a patient...died? Maybe? I don't really remember. And he got sued? Maybe? (I didn't really care about what he said so I didn't really listen) And I think it was because he was so overweight he couldn't provide appropriate care. And I thought, "Holy crap! That would suck for that person."
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah. Amber.
I'm glad she's gone.
This morning, I was driving behind a fire truck and it had an American flag hanging from the back. I got teary-eyed and thought things such as, "America! Freedom! Thank God no one killed me yesterday on September 11th!"
Not to mention the 200 times I cried because things were actually BAD.
Gah, what is WRONG with me? Hormones-o-plenty these days.