The optimism of my last post has managed to chuck itself out the window of a 200-story building within the space of a week. It didn't fall all the way down, however. There was a bloke cleaning the windows on the 142nd floor, and the positivity landed safely on the cleaner's lift, but it still took quite a drop.

If you haven't watched either the Besiktas game or the Everton one, and have gone on a complete media-lockdown other than looking at the scores, you're probably thinking I have no right to be a little bit down. A draw at one of the scariest places to play in the world and against a team who has a knack of playing well against us isn't bad at all. You might even say it's good.

Arsenal's win on Sunday was more encouraging than it was disappointing. Some people out there, especially those who choose to vent their frustrations on Twitter, seem to see the glass half empty even when it's overflowing. I beg of you not to listen to those miserable bastards (although I'm sure they're lovely people underneath all of the complaining), and instead, see the brighter side of things.