delayed reaction

Utterly spent from a week of virtually non-stop human interaction and the associated mental clutter that has exponentially compounded itself, I find myself...irritable? Antisocial? Resigned? For the moment, my patience has run dry for all except those who seek to scratch the surface of daily existence. I'm sick of talk of work, relationships, sex, money, next evening's plans, the difference between London and home, the definition of 'home', the ideal partner, the details of qualifying for a mortgage, how to...forgive my curtness. Ask me something interesting and you'll win my undivided attention.