Sentimental Fool

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to go through life being simultanously a rabid history buff, a thorough patriot, and a whiny little bitch who cries every time she sees something even slightly sentimental? Like, one who has been known, during certain times of the month, to weep copious hot and salty tears over a touching AT&T commercial?

I'm reading Flags of Our Fathers, and I love it, but I can't get through a single fucking page without busting out on a crying jag. It'll be Christmas before I finish the shit, at the rate I'm going.