I had a bit of a glass jaw thing going on yesterday. The slightest negative inference had me tearing up and wishing that I could just take to my bed in a Victorian, laudanum-esque stupor. I could do no such thing, though, because I had a date to sell some shoes, so I took some oh-so-soothing cold medication and I twittered about it instead:
Within minutes of posting about my weakened condition, I received words of encouragement. I started to feel like maybe I could crawl out of my wet, kleenex-lined hole. I vibed little hearts at the internet like this: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥.
And then, and then, and THEN, I got this e-mail from Nat:
And it made me laugh until I cried so hard that I had to blow my nose into the nearest sock.