Excuse me while I bang my head against the wall

The weather outside is gloomy, so I'm probably just sponging that up, but I feel down. Just blah. My cheeks and lower eyelids feel like they are sinking, and I keep putting my hand on my face to check that they are still there. Man, I am insane.

I am so tired.

I am not getting anything done at work. Wondering if I'll be more productive at home. (Well, it's a thought).

Can't go home yet, because I have to assemble material together for a guy at work who's traveling, like I'm a G.D. secretary. Not like I'm doing anything useful anyways.

Excuse the malaise, I just need a cuppa tea.