Mirth

Yesterday, Charles and I were watching an episode of MST3K that I hadn’t seen before and there was a scene…well, you kind of had to be there, but it had me laughing so hard I had to make a conscious effort to remember to breathe. When I’m really laughing (not a polite ha-ha but the kind of laughter that borders on delirium), I don’t make a sound. Instead, tears run down my face and I’m basically a mess. Some people have mistaken that look of mine for one of intense pain, but people who know me well don’t get too excited when I get like that, as long as I’m not turning blue.
Tomorrow: the new wheelchair. Finally.