_sarah_

Well that was fun.

I just spent three hours sobbing uncontrollably. It was like a floodgate had opened -- everything from the past 2-3 weeks just exploded all over. My housemate, Chris, heard me and came into my room and just held me and rocked me and refused to let me stop crying. I kept shoving him away and apologizing, and he kept grabbing me and saying, "Get it out, dammit."

So, I did.

Three hours of talking and crying, his soaked t-shirt, and a shared can of pears made me all better.

I hate being female, but it's so nice to have a good friend who refuses to let you get away with, "No, I'm fine." I think he knew there'd be a larger explosion later if he didn't squeeze it out of me tonight. I feel so silly, but that long-term hug was just what I needed.

Then, since he knows me so well, he tickled me until I laughed and laughed and laughed. The laughter was like a huge knot of tension coming loose, and oooooohhhh boy... it was almost as good as an orgasm.

As he put it, "You'd find a way to laugh and dance in the middle of a fucking plague, so I knew you'd be okay."

Gah. Hormones.