Misery

Jason keeps himself from sighing. “Look, Katie, thanks, but I really don’t feel like doing anything right now. If you must know, my knee feels like it’s going to explode and I have a jackhammer working on my head. I don’t think games are going to help.” He slides his feet back off his desk and leans forward to resume his posture of using his arms as a pillow on his desk. “All I need now is either a bottle of pain killers or someone to put me out of my misery.”