Tears

It's late late late. But I don't care. I feel like shouting Good morning America at the top of my voice. Which doesn't make a lot of sense because it's not morning and it's the E.U. here. But nothing would stop me from doing it anyway, I'll shout Good Night Africa if it so pleased me. Such is the definition of relief. We are not out of the woods yet, but I though that at this time today I would be making funeral arrangement. And instead I am sipping Iced Tea and smoking at leisure. I've cried a million tears today, the tears of spent up stress, the tears which flow involuntarily because they are the body's way of saying, I have to have one outlet please. And so let it be. Tears never hurt anybody. So I can cry, as much as I like.