I'm having one of those days where nothing seems to excite me. Everything is dull and dreary. My head seems to be stuffed with cotton-wool and all senses are at half strength.

General apathy.

Random misery.

Yep. One of those days.

I'm watching the clock closely, as it seems to be broken. The hands of the clock are moving slower than molases.

Tick

It's still 5.45pm. For the past half an hour, there's been 15 minutes to go until I can take my headache home.

Tock

I wonder what Beloved is doing...