This morning I was woken from a dream by my alarm clock, right in the middle of the bit of the dream that made the least possible sense. Under the influence of the resulting sense of confusion I got into the shower, washed myself, realised I hadn't used nearly enough shower gel and had to wash myself again. Then I pulled the shower curtain rail down in a fit of total incompetence.

When you realise it's one of those days before you've even got dressed, it's going to be a bad one.

Just now I went to the company kitchen for coffee, and dropped a corporate mug on the floor, breaking it in half. It broke beautifully: a single straight break in a vertical plane, dividing the half with the handle from the half opposite the handle with an absolute minimum of small shrapnel. If I had my camera here I'd have taken a picture, that's how prettily it broke. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to dispel the sense of it being one of those days.