I just watched "Happy Feet" on TV. It was so funny; but at the end I cried and cried. I've noticed that it's not the sad things, but the happy endings that always brings me to tears. I thinks it's because with BP we get so used to the pain and suffering that it no longer seems to phase us; but it's hard for us to bare joy and happiness. We are both touched to the core by it and a bit (or a lot) jealous. Any body else feel that way? I hate to go to parties or malls or any place where there are a lot of smiling faces. Bah,humbug. Somebody ,Give me a pill.
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