I need a day off.
I've lost track of how long it's been since I had a full day off. Certainly it's more than three months, including 12- to 14-hour days and weekends, too. It's taken its toll, as you can see. Just a month ago, my hair was a flowing, luxurious mane, like the baby Lion King's dad before he got killed. And my eyes look like pissholes in the snow with a couple of suitcases nearby, where once they were a glorious sky blue with no bags beneath them.
I currently look, as we say here in the UK, as rough as a badger's arse.
Where is my day off? Where is my holiday? Luckily, in the absence of both, we have alcohol in the house. And we all know alcohol is renowned for its healing and rejuvenating properties, don't we?