I'm at a cafe in North Phoenix right now trying to enjoy a scone and some decaf coffee before I hit my cube. They've got Maroon 5 in a pretty heavy rotation on their morning playlist. Every time they come on, I start getting really emotional -- like deep-in-my-gut, ouch-that-actually-physically-hurts emotional -- and I'm not even ovulating or anything.
This worries me.
Should I call some sort of helpline?
In Case You Were Wondering . . .
Sometimes Ronnie D writes funny stuff. Sometimes she writes desperate teenage prose. Most times she just slams her feeble, little woman-hand onto the keyboard in an attempt to feel something, anything.