I cried in church on Sunday.
Not that big of a deal, really.
Except that I'm not much of a crier.
The thing is, I was up much too late,
For the much too many days in a row,
And when I tried to put my thoughts into words,
IT JUST DIDN'T WORK.
So I started crying.
(I know.)
But I'm pretty sure everyone just figured I was overcome with the Spirit.
Which is much better than the truth.
Which is that my brain done gone and broke.
Aren't you excited to meet me this weekend?
