Well I think I'm ok today. It's hard to tell. I mean, my chest feels constricted and my head hurts, but I'm not crying. I'm laughing quite a lot, in fact. Defense mechanism, possibly. I'm also having disturbing daydreams of Jon asking me to take him back - but they never get any further than him asking, I can't see what I answer. I don't know what I'd answer, if it ever happened, which it probably won't anyway so it's a moot point.

I wonder if garbage trucks were specifically designed to be loud and wake people up? They're just too good at it for it to be an accident!