Work

I've let my boss know that I've booked a nervous breakdown for tomorrow (so I can get it over-with before Easter).
I worked solidly all day until 10:15 yesterday, and until 8:30 today getting a presentation ready for tomorrow. It's done now, and I can at last consider a quick blip. Nothing fancy, just a diary entry to remind me just how shit things are at the moment. All the personal things I wanted to to today and yesterday have gone by the board. Even flick is selling my underpants. Can it get much worse?