I’ve a feeling today is my monthly ‘crash day’. I get these about once a month, whether I want them or not: a feeling, usually after a burst of bad humour, that I’ve been overdoing it and need to relax for a day. My planned day of Corporate Finance fell completely by the wayside; instead I’ve read, snoozed, enjoyed a Guinness down Varsity, all the stuff a second-term MBA shouldn’t really be doing. I’m at a total loss for what to do this evening. But it feels good.