I don’t feel like working at all. I’ve suddenly switched from being a workaholic to being the laziest person around. I stay back late at work very reluctantly just because I have to and it is only my misplaced sense of responsibility that drags me back to work early next morning.
I feel like the under-sexed wife of an over-sexed husband. I can’t cope up and somehow I don’t want to. I am actually getting headaches, real honest headaches, timed to the dot. The clock approaches nine and poof! My head starts hurting. Now only if I could tell my work, ‘Not tonight darling, I have a headache.’