A weekend depression of a black and comprehensive variety, brought on by too much coffee and a less than impressive PowerPoint presentation on my goddamned thesis last Friday. More or less cured by Monday morning by the therapeutic combination of 30 episodes of the Gilmore Girls, a leg of lamb, ten bottles of wine and the vision of a pair of mating stick insects on our window (would a stick insect give a flying fuck about a thesis?). I can throroughly recommend this cure.