Yesterday I felt excessively tired and found it hard to concentrate at work, and also seemed terribly prone to mood swings. When the Dension wouldn't play music in the chilly early morning it really annoyed me, but when it worked fine in the evening and I got to show it off while giving Owen a lift back from pizza, I felt disproportionately euphoric given that that was entirely expected. Then I went to House for acronym's watching-him-on-University-Challenge gathering, at which the trend continued; when someone had a few moments more time for me than I was expecting my mood went *wheee*, when I managed to say entirely the wrong thing within seconds of talking to someone else it went *foom*, and moments later it would go *wheee* again for some totally other reason. So I decided sleep couldn't hurt, and bailed out shortly after we finished watching Andrew's team roundly pulverise their Oxford opponents (woo!).

This morning the Dension has been even more uppity than yesterday – it wouldn't play me any music for the whole trip to work, and I'm actually starting to wonder whether it was fit for the purpose for which it was sold, to wit, playing music in a car. It's not even as if this is a particularly low temperature – February will doubtless be worse, and word has it that winters are worse still in Hungary where the company is based – so quite how they can sell something that simply doesn't work for a significant proportion of the time is perplexing me.

And now I've just had a vicious argument about IP law with my team leader, who I'm convinced is completely deluded but neither of us can provide any better reasoning than argument-from-dubious-authority. I'm starting to think I'd do better just to go home and go to bed until I can think straighter and function stably.

And I'm operating through network lag of doom. Perhaps I shouldn't get out of bed until the Internet works, while I'm at it.

*sigh*