Well, I totally lost it at work (cleaning) this morning. It was about an hour into my shift and I just sat on the people's couch and started crying. They had The Blue Day Book sitting on the table, so I went through that. This is the first time that book has not brought a smile to my face. I couldn't stop crying. I went on with my cleaning, with tears running down my face. The crying lasted for about an hour, but even when I was done crying, I still had (and have) this sad/lost/empty/lonely feeling that is consuming me. One more shift to go for the day. Friday's are usually pretty slow, so hopefully we can get out of there by 9 or 10 tonight.