Since this is my blog and I make the rules, I hereby declare that it is not excessive to have three posts in the same day.
Tonight I was able to "throw up" alongside my friends (see my previous post). I cried good and hard, and now I have that watery, wobbly feeling I get after vomiting into a toilet bowl, but it is accompanied by a huge sense of relief. Those tears were a long time in coming. Other metaphors I could use are a dam breaking or a pimple popping, but those are cliche and gross, respectively. Not that the throwing up metaphor isn't gross.
Speaking of gross, Jay informed me that while I was gone this evening he had a snack of pork rinds and cheese whiz. I may just have to throw up for real now.
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