I seem to have drifted into a state of apathy recently. I don't seem to feel any emotion other than the occasional anger, frustration and anxiety. There have been moments in the last few days which I should have felt, well, more positively towards, but quite frankly, other than the few seconds of vague happiness, all I felt was numb.

Ordinarily, I would've blamed this on sheer exhaustion but I've been getting more sleep since Sunday and yet, I began feeling this way since Friday (meaning I'm halfway towards clinical depression. Whee.). Or perhaps, since we managed to get through what was expected to be the biggest challenge of the year unscathed (and also, one of the main reasons I stayed because otherwise, my company would've been in big trouble had I left - yes, a misguided sense of responsibility, I have), the burn-out has settled in good and proper. So much so that when a friend sent me an article entitled Your job: Signs you've stayed too long, instead of being alarmed when I realised that I've been exhibiting the extreme signs for quite some time now, all I felt was momentary amusement that she thought of me when she read it.

Even the knowledge that T. will be working just 5 minutes away from my office for the next few weeks hasn't done anything to improve the state I'm in. I'm not even looking forward to the karaoke session that I'll be going to later, or the fact that I'll be showing an allegedly handsome first-time visitor to Singapore around on Sunday. I am, however, looking forward to drinking copious amounts of alcohol at the karaoke lounge. As I found out, it still gets me pleasantly high in spite of my current mood - or lack thereof.

Should I be worried? Probably, yes. But I can't quite bring myself to care.