Daylist: 5pm

Brain fried. Last few atoms of mental energy being squeezed from the cerebral battery. Intellect running on vapours. Absolutely shattered spiritually. Game over.

We’re knocked for six. We’re seeing stars. We’re bewlidered and blown away. We’ve lost all sense of up, down, left and right, and especially forward and back. Lie back in your office chair and stare at the ceiling, as though that’s relaxing in any way.

Blinking hard. Too much screen. Air is polluted, thick with knotty problems and endless grindy tasklists. We thought we’d done it. We thought we’d slayed the work-beast. But no, it rises again, no matter how many blows you’ve landed. Call a truce until the next day? Work-beasts are unlikely to acquiesce quietly, being naturally uncontrollable and greedy. The fiends!

The only way out is to give in to the madness. We’ve all lost the plot. Drop the pretence. Work is silly. Life is calling. Find people to decompress with. Let it all out. Aaaaaaaarrrrgggggh.