I feel absolutely horrible this morning. Partly physically grotty (one pint of Fuggled Frog too many last night I suspect, and also I'm still suspicious that my hayfever season might be getting under way); partly mentally groggy (it's been a mildly weird couple of days and my brain has taken a bit of a beating); and partly everything just seems to be at one remove from the inside of my head, and it keeps slightly surprising me every time my muscles actually do things I tell them to like turning my head to look out of the window. (Though oddly it doesn't feel strange that I can still type; I think my typing reflexes must have evolved a much closer connection to my brain in the years I've been a geek…)

I want not to be at work today (but I'm by no means ill enough to justify actually going home). And I want to go back to bed (but even if I did I wouldn't actually be able to sleep). And most of all I want the biggest hug in the universe.