Under the affluence of incohol

Okay, so I've had quite a busy weekend, with the usual array of trips on the nightbus (three nights in a row, now I think about it!), waking up in strange bus stations at 5:30 in the morning, and so on, and I'm sure that affects my brain chemistry in some way, but I just feel so down this morning. There's an insurmountable level of work to deal with, and I'm generally pretty bloody fed-up with my life. I feel like I'm developing an Alan Partridge-style loathing for London also. Maybe I need to move to Norwich...