It's been a long time since I've cried this much.
And I don't think I've ever cried this much in public. I tried desperately to maintain my composure, but I couldn't control the steady flow of tears.
This entire week has seemed so surreal — the fire and then, Monday night, the unexpected death of a friend.
There is so much I want to attempt to put into words, but I've spent the last four days putting out a 14-page paper and a 24-page tab, preparing for a mass distribution next week, going to funeral homes and funerals, and crying.
My eyes are so tired they hurt. Maybe after a good night's sleep my eyes, and my soul, will be able to bear putting it all into words.