I'm wavering between manic bounciness and deep-seated fatigue.

My neck and shoulders are stiff as hell and really starting to ache. As is my head.

I'm not too sure what is going on in my brain, whether it's blazingly happy or pathetically upset.

I do feel a wee bit silly, seeing as nothing has really happened to me.

But I also think, after this morning's events, that I'm entitled to the following:

Wolfing down a box of chocolates (currently in progress).

Ordering tonight's dinner from my favourite curry house (the fact that I was planning on doing this anyway is completely irrelevant as I now have a valid excuse to be lazy).

Having a glass of wine (soon).

Demanding a big hug from someone (must remember to tell flatmate what happened in advance and not simply startle him at the door with a seemingly inappropriate bear-hug).

Phew.