I have been on the edge of tears all day. It sucks, but isn't unusual. I am a crier by nature. I cry at Hallmark cards and tv commercials, at weddings and on holidays, at the National Anthem and Amazing Grace, at Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and Oprah. I tear up pretty much everyday over things so sugary that often times I even laugh at myself. But rarely do I have one of those good cleansing cries that always seems to sneak up on women when we least want them to appear. It's been building the last few days, I've had the semi-permanent lump in the back of my throat, threating to take hold. This morning, it almost caught me on the train. And then, it was way to close to bursting out as I sat on the phone with the T-Mobile tech people--my frustration over holding times adding fuel to the brewing fire. I know it's coming and I am so ready to give in, I always feel so much better afterwards, some primitive washing away of all things unkind. I just can't let it happen at work, that is the tough part. I figure I will schedule the good cleansing cry sometime tonight, after I leave the office. I wonder, how much happier would women be if we could schedule group cries to cleanse our souls in the comfort of other understaing, comforting, cleansing crying women? I guess that's what watching Steel Magnolias with your girlfriends is for, I always feel cleansed after that one. Perhaps I should buy that movie on the way home...