Stressed beyond common sense

I'm eating chocolate.  Reese's in fact.  I know it will cause me pain, yet I'm eating them anyway.  I need a real, live vacation.  I want to go somewhere where I can sit in the shade with a book or my knitting and just take a nap if I want.  I want room service and somebody to make my bed for me.  I don't want to hear a ringing phone or look at anyone who appears they might have anything to do with the accounting profession.  Four o'clock can't come fast enough.