You can joke about that, but it happens. I've had a particularly good few months, and as a result I find myself getting less done than last year, when I was frequently miserable. In that last two months, I've done maybe one really neat piece of work, and that was immediately after a bad weekend.

I'm not exactly complaining about it, but a part of me wants to throw myself into an upsetting situation just so I'll get back to obsessing over my work.