I think I have burn out. Classic symptoms prevail. Writing three words of a story takes three hours, getting up to fetch my papers from the printing machine is a huge effort, my creativity capacity is that of a stapler (with no staples.) Another two weeks of work feels like a jail sentence.
I am also exhausted, cranky and feel like I could sleep for 11 years. I cannot.wait.to.go.on.holiday.
One of my mates bought me a massage voucher for my birthday in September. And I haven't used it yet. But I will this afternoon: I'm going for hot stone therapy at the Hollard Wellness Centre, Yay!