Bah.

Can't sleep. I tottered off at about 5:30 am, only to find Chris waking to his alarm.

I bawled in his arms for half an hour, before the half-giggling, half-crying stage, then finally dried up. For a little while, at least.

But still can't sleep. It's my first offical all-nighter in years. My standard rule is bed before sunrise. In this case, I was too busy being miserable.

What's that expression? "You look like you just lost your best friend."

I just saw it in the mirror about 12 minutes ago.
It wasn't pretty.