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October 21, 2010
I forced myself to cry on the bus the other morning just so that anyone who happened to witness my sobbing, grief-stricken face turned toward the window at red lights or while in slow traffic would be able to tell their co-workers at the 9 a.m. staff meeting or around the water cooler at noon or while eating cake in the conference room at 3 for Patty's birthday that they saw some lady bawling on the bus and it wasn't even 8:00 yet. It would also make for a delightful ice-breaker at an otherwise mundane cocktail party. And everybody's happy!