If I think about crying I come to the conclusion that it’s an attention getting device. I mean it gets MY attention. Yesterday, for instance, I woke up and felt like crying before a thought even entered my head. No memory of what I’d dreamt, or of

what I’d been thinking before sleep, or of what I had to do that day. The skin on my face felt tight and the bones of my eyesocket throbbed with pain. And my vision was a little blurry. I think a few drops even rolled down my cheeks. Oh, I was VERY

pathetic.

My first thought was that my period was on the way. But then a slow pang of realization came over me, and I remembered.