An observation/realisation that I made about myself last night was that I'm feeling rather dispassionate about events of the last week.

I wonder whether that's simply because I've been through this so many times before - I guess kind of like having become desensitized, I don't know. But what it does confirm for me is that I don't act out of vindicitiveness - otherwise, I figure, I'd be sitting here with a chesire-cat grin on my face, or have some kind of (evil-based) feeling of satisfaction. But I feel neither of those things; I don't feel happy, sad, bad, excited, vindicated ... nothing.