I must be losing my mind. I could've sworn that Dylan was one of three guys that went jogging by the house today. They were all dressed in black sweatsuits. At first I thought they must be some kind of relay team. Strange as that would be (having a relay team jog past my door), Dylan going for a little run through the middle of NOWHERE neighborhood that I live in--that's really improbable. Nope. I'm obviously on the verge of some sort of emotional collapse. Hopefully the padded cell will be well padded indeed, so I'll have a nice, soft landing.