Had an awful, awful dream last night--more of a nightmare, really--and woke up crying this morning. rostand died. If it wasn't for the fact that I was talking to her via LJ comments right before I went to bed last night, I would have ended up calling her to make sure she was okay.
I nearly did anyway, then realised how foolish I was being.
I've got to go get ready for work now, and I'm... really not feeling up to dealing with the kids, but I haven't got a choice.