i saw the constellations reveal themselves one star at a time

i had a rough few weeks there.

marmee said that it was like a grieving process, breaking a bone, right from the get go. i forget the stages of grief but i think i did them not in order because there weren't any issues really until the forth of november. and then, everything went to hell. you want crabby? see me for the past three weeks. in fact, see me this morning. but then i came back to ottawa.

and tonight, in the nosebleeding gimp section, balanced precariously on my right leg, crutch under arm on the left side, kate to my right, i finally let it all go as i- and about twenty thousand other people- screamed at the top of our lungs as the red lights came up and the organs started and those first few words leaked from bono's mouth: i want to run....

you'll want to know if i cried. i think the answer is obvious.