From dawn till dusk
If I wouldn't leave the office during my midday break, I wouldn't see a sunbeam.
I sometimes wonder whether I'll mutate to a bloodless pale creature in the artificial light in the office. If this will last for a longer time I fear this will come true.
I feel like my hands are already getting kind of transparent when I write these lines.
My eyes are burning, maybe they are white and bloodshot. My hair gets kinky and straggly. Do my nails grow faster than they ought to be?
Why do my colleagues look at me in a strange way? Are they already afraid?
Look out, I will be after you...........