I Get Emotional.

Brian picked up the papers late this morning and came back with four donuts. While he was putzing around in the kitchen, I sat on the couch with the box of donuts and proceeded to scarf the plain glazed and the boston creme in record time. Maybe three bites each? I don't know- I just shoved them into my mouth and swallowed. When Brian sat on the couch and saw that there were just two left- a chocolate glazed and a cake donut- he said he thought we were going to share all of them. Normally, I would feel a twinge of guilt and say "too bad, so sad" but what happens this morning? I burst into tears. I was selfish and ate the donuts without a thought of sharing and I was the worst person ever.

I cried. Hard. Brian was caught between laughing and consoling me- I think he did a little of both. I would laugh, then start crying again. Over donuts. What the hell? If I think about it, I still feel like crying. Over donuts.

Mmmmm...donuts. I wish there were more.

It's just after 12:30 and I'm still wearing what I slept in. I have a feeling I won't be changing any time soon. It's going to be one of those days. I slept like shit last night, so I think a long afternoon nap is in order.

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