Ever sleep with your mouth open and wake up and your tongue feels all sore and sharp? My whole face felt like that this morning. I'm not dehydrated— and big thank you's to the steady stream of reminders to drink water. I can't remember a time in my life where I've ever before cried enough in one sitting to get multiple things wet. And that's been the case more often than not. So I think all my sinuses/tear ducts are just a little inflamed from overuse.

I pretty much can't be by myself without bursting into tears. Which is not to say that I currently have a preference for either solitude or company. I think that maybe crying is just my natural state unless I have to think about things like what words mean when they come out of mouths.

I'm going to have to do a lot of that today. I'm going to have to think about what words mean before they come out of my mouth.

I got a set of those little plastic fake fingernails because I ate all my real ones on the way down to the police station on Wednesday. I'm lucky there was anything to glue the damn things to.

Things are mostly settled and arranged, but I'm sure I fucked up somewhere and forgot something.

For now, I'm just going to hope that pertains to the gnawing feeling I have about not knowing what I'm going to wear today or tomorrow.