As expected, my mood was bound to take a dive, and it did so very convincingly last night. The reason was mainly tiredness and the beating my immune system is taking. In addition, we went to a pub quiz, which the other members of the team were taking astoundingly seriously, and we would have won it. . . But didn't. Then we went to Tesco and I got weighed, and though I've lost weight, I wasn't happy with how much. And none of this is really worth getting miserable over.
On the more positive side of things, I managed to have an argument with a high pressure critical illness insurance salesman and explain to him that he's trying to make me believe that somehow I'll beat the odds and profit from his insurance policy, which makes no sense since insurance companies employ actuaries to ensure that I can't. That was a fun debate!