I spent most of yesterday in one of the worst moods I've had in ages, for no obvious reason.

Admittedly several pretty annoying little things happened to me in the course of the early afternoon, but I think I was in a foul mood even before them, so they can't take the blame. I wasn't short of sleep, or at least not that I could tell; and it didn't seem to be a low blood sugar problem, because I continued to feel generally annoyed with absolutely everything even after eating Chinese takeaway at the Gallery in the evening.

This worried me, and it would have annoyed me too if I hadn't already been pretty much maxed out on annoyance. I'm used to feeling really terrible and then suddenly realising it's because I need sleep or food, or feeling really terrible because some particular thing has happened, but feeling really terrible for no discernible reason at all worries me and makes me wonder what's wrong with me.

In the evening, after watching Doctor Who, the Gallery got out the PS2 dance mats again and for the first time I wasn't too full of food to have a go on them; and letting off steam on those managed to lift my mood, which made it the first thing all day which had. When I first saw this genre of game a couple of years ago, I was horrified that the games industry had fallen so far that it could consider "press the buttons in time to the music" to be a viable game concept; but despite my initial contempt it does actually become interesting, challenging and worthwhile when you play it on a dance mat and have to concentrate on keeping your balance, keeping in time and working out the choreography several moves in advance so as not to end up having to press Right with your left foot. It's not what I'd call a computer game any more, but it's no less enjoyable for that. Good exercise too; I slept like a log last night as a result, and my ankles are telling me about it reasonably loudly today...

Oh, and there's a bird stuck in my loft.

I heard some disturbingly loud thumping noises yesterday morning and for a moment I was convinced there was a burglar prowling round the flat in broad daylight; there wasn't, of course, and the noises turned out to be coming from the loft. A minute or two later came an unmistakable noise of wings flapping; it turned out - when I opened the hatch and shone a torch in there - some sort of smallish bird was sitting on a rafter and looking a bit nonplussed.

After failing to think of any particularly good ways to get it out of there, I rang the RSPCA who said I should just shut it back in the loft and it would eventually work out how to leave the same way it got in, and that this really was the most sensible thing to do and wasn't horribly cruel or anything. Unfortunately, they said, this might take anything up to a week; and sure enough, I could still hear it up there this morning. I suppose I should be thankful that it could still tell day from night and didn't scrabble around all night keeping me awake... I do hope it gets its act in gear soon.