I'd like to pay this cheque in, please cifloxin 200 As I write this, it is turning noon. I am exhausted. My mind runs through the verbal alternatives – done in, beat, dead, shattered, jiggered, drained, wiped, consumed, finished, spent – and settles on what the OED informs me is its British vulgar slang option: buggered. My skin is stretched taut over my cheeks, charcoal smudged under each eye. I am shivery, a tightly wound neurotic; yet vague, mentally clouded, doomy with apprehension and jittery with caffeine. I am not a great weeper, but do not feel far from it.
