Mark Knopfler of Dire Straits fame wrote a song quite a few years back called "The Bug" wherein he sings the lyrics - "Sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug".
Well, to be honest, I'm really starting to feel like the bug here lately and I'm at that stage of the game where all a person has to do is look at me funny and I'll start to cry. Right now I am totally stressed out about so many different things on so many different levels that I'm not even sure which thing it is that has me waking up at 3:00 in the morning and unable to get back to sleep or which thing is putting the knot in the middle of my back right between my shoulder blades or what might be causing the headaches and the constant clenching of my jaw. I'm not sure why I read other people's blog posts and get all sniffly and weepy or why I just want to go crawl under a rock afterward but right now I do and I'm thinking that's really not a good thing.
So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go break out the pointed hats, the streamers, the balloons, and the other trappings of any good full-blown Pity Party and have one for myself for a little while. Hopefully when I come back I'll feel human again or at least a little less like I've been splatted onto one windshield after another in bumper-to-bumper traffic.