Woke up at midnight after going to bed at 8:30 because the exercise program I'm on is exhausting. Listened to the new Dar Williams album, which came out last summer but I missed somehow. I just spent the last 45 minutes crying like I haven't in years. The thing is, there are so many things and people to cry about I don't know what or why I was crying. Or why I still am. I just know it needs to happen, and is probably behind schedule.