I started crying last night. For absolutely no reason except that I felt like it.

Let it be known throughout the land that Blair is NOT a crier. I rarely cry at movies, never cry at books (okay, minus when Hedwig died in Harry Potter). It takes a lot to make tears spring up, but last night I sat in bed & just started crying for no reason other than I DON’T FEEL LIKE MYSELF ANYMORE.

Who is this bloated, waist-shrinking, emotional woman that can’t get her act together?? Where did Normal Blair go, who cooks dinner every night, keeps a ridiculously tidy home, & goes to the gym 4 times a week? Who is this piece of useless lard that lies on the couch eating ice cream & forgetting 75% of her responsibilities? Where did this over-emotional, over-indulged alien that does not care about dust bunnies under her couch come from?? I haven’t made a to-do list in over a month, I haven’t been to the gym in eons, & I keep forgetting work responsibilities until I am scrambling last-minute. I WANT MYSELF BACK!!

Poor Nate. I don’t think he knew what to say last night, so he just started rubbing my lower back & hips for me. Good man.