Ugh, one of those days

I just keep tearing up and sobbing for no good reason whatsever.

I mean I started to cry today at:

-- the president of South Korea singing American Pie (WTF, self?)
-- Nebraska NOT passing a 6 week abortion ban (WTG, Nebraska!)
-- Jamie Raskin ringing the bell for having finished his chemo treatments!
-- remembering that Perry and his crew team start their stupid drive down to Sacramento at 3am tomorrow. I hate that they do that drive, and I hate the drive back even more: after three days of regatta, they start to drive home at noon at the earliest. It's a 14-hour drive.
-- Don't You Cry, by Kamelot, playing on Spotify
-- realizing that my beloved Jonathan, from the stupid novel I wrote, will only ever be loved by me and a few others, because I can't figure out how to move on to get this stupid novel published, and I feel like I'm failing a fucking fictional character in a book I wrote. I mean, really, self?
-- see above, only Melissa.
-- Lindsey Graham sleeping while a victim of the TX abortion ban told her story. OK, those were tears of rage.
-- Hugh Grant looking old. I don't even particularly like Hugh Grant.
-- the fucking Republicans blocking -essentially- the Equal Rights Amendment.
-- my kids -all three!- talking about rowing together. Anne-Chloe is going to Masters regionals in June (we may try to go down!) and Perry was commenting on the line-ups they had her in, and is quite impressed, since they've got her in at least one very strong boat.

That's all I can think of right now. Sigh. I feel so fucking stupid.