told marshall i would write about this...

So here's what happened. I was laying in Josh's bed the other night. It was seven o'clock. I had been reading Memoirs of Geisha, and something about the tragedy and despair of the asian mindset in that book translated itself to me, (shocking, i know). I put the book down and just lay there, in the half dark, and I was able to cry. I was filled with the despair of my own sitiuation and sent my thoughts roving around in the dark fields of my memories and my disapointments. I spend just a few moments crying really hard, you know how. And all at once, as I was crying, going back and forth between crying hard and not, I realized that in one position my face felt comfortable, at home, like it was RIGHT. All screwed and squeezed up around my eyes, mouth open, crying really hard. And when I relaxed my face, my muscles, my tears, well then my face did not feel nearly as comfortable. And then as soon as i opened my mouth wide again and squinched up my eyes to cry...it felt good. It felt right. So fascinating.

Did you know...If you lay on your back on a bed and cry...the tears roll down the sides of your face and get your ears wet.

Thankfully marshall came bangin around and shaking things up on this friday night that I thought I preferred to spend in bed. And Marsh and Matt and I went to Taste of Thai and had a marvelous, wonderful time. Lish.