Being sick in a small town is lovely. I get to pretend that lying around is purposeful, that I must lie around and do nothing because I feel poorly. Never mind that I do this everyday. I went to the store and stared at the soup section for a long time hoping chicken noodle would appear and it never did. I spent all last night crying along to Gilmore Girls and thinking about how utterly ridiculous it was that I was spending all night crying along to Gilmore Girls. I keep considering that idea that if I didn't say I was upset, no one would know. I tell people because I like to talk about it, because talking about it is the only thing that keeps it real.