According to Darian, yesterday was the most miserable day of the year.
Thrillingly, today seems much better. My body woke up this morning ten minutes before the alarm went off to tell me that I'd had enough sleep, and was thrilled to be taken to the gym.
Yeah. After weeks of lying whimpering in the semi-dark refusing to move, all of a sudden it's glibly compliant. It managed the bike ride to the gym without a murmur, and thrilled to be happily struggling away with weights while listening to radio four.
Everything seemed blissful. Even the canteen's scrambled egg. The world couldn't be better.
Oh god. I'm about to get dumped, aren't I?