I have a mood, and I have called it 'Bob'.
Sometimes I just have this whole sense of... wierdness wash over me, then it sort of sits there and orders coffee and scones, which annoys me because it never bothers to get me anything - selfish sod. Then it sort of sits in my brain and ruminates for a while and I wonder what it's going to do, or what it's going to think. Sometimes it can be quite fun and sometimes it can last for ages, other times it passes by (ooops, there it goes) and I am left wondering where it came from or what it was about.
Bob has gone, if it shows up again today I'll be sure and let you know, after all it's a funked up crazy old world where moods called Bob can strike at any moment and any time.
I need more sugar.