Damnit", she realized. " I think I´m having a nervous breakdown".
She looked around at the bed she flug in. Her well-overdue-for-a-bath body was sprawled lethargically on the well-overdue-for-a-change sheet. Tissues, sodden and balled, littered the duvet. Gathering dust on her chest of drawers was an untouched arsenal of chocolate. Scatered on the floor were magazines she´d been unable to concentrate on. The television in the corner relentlessly delivered daytime viewing direct to her bed. Yep, nervous breakdown territory all right.
But something was wrong. What was it?
" I always thought..." she tried. "You know, I always exprected..."
Abruptly she knew. "I always thought it would be nicer than this..."