throbbing toothache of the mind
Will dragged his feet as he lumbered into the apartment, finally home from work after his fourth day of his new extended hours. Extended hours that he was expected to keep up for an indefinite amount of time. He closed the door and hung up his keys and promptly fell into the couch, on his stomach, long legs hanging off the end of the couch. He was bushed. He had no idea how long he was going to be able to keep this up.