I allowed my imagination to run away with itself, just for a moment. I felt hugely silly when I crashed down to reality. I built up an unrealistic expectation from one throw away remark, I hope no-one saw my anticipation. I have a good poker face, so the likelihood is that no-one noticed. Sometimes, like now, I will spend hours obsessing about a single reaction to a non-event. I analyse, evaluate and search for a meaning that just isn't there. I have no idea why I do this, but it is exhausting and pointless.