You know when some people experience crap, they go straight to the cookie jar? Well, I experienced some crap today.
Nothing serious, mind you... no one died, my husband is still employed, kids are all healthy. But it was crap none the less, the kind that makes you sick to your stomach, where you stare off into space and dwell on, well, the crap.
Here's the whole reason for this post. Did my crap make me run to the cookie jar? Despite the fact that it was empty, no. I didn't devour ice cream sandwiches, either, or binge on gummy bears. I found a different (thankfully fat free) outlet.
It was like one of those psychological breakthroughs you hear about. I...
opened a manuscript...
and put words down on paper.
It was like eating something that made me sick, really sick, and then vomiting it all back up. I felt BETTER! And seriously, there was no vomit involved.
What compels you to run to the computer and type so fast your fingers run the risk of lighting the keys on fire?