I cried for a day

That's right, I cried for AN ENTIRE FREAKIN' DAY.

For a whole day, the tears flowed down my face like...like...like...tears flowing down a face.

I cried at home. I cried at school. I cried at work. I cried during the nude photoshoot I went to after work. I cried while I picked my nose. I cried while I used the bathroom. I cried while I ate.

I cried for 24 hours.

Or maybe it was 23.

Actually, it might have only been an hour. Or maybe five minutes.

Actually, now that I remember clearly, I don't think I cried at all.

But I frowned. And I certainly FELT like crying.

I THOUGHT about crying anyway.

Or maybe I thought about "flying" or "buying."

Actually, I remember now. I thought about Grying. And Grying isn't even a word.

It was a strange day.