By the time my feet touch the floor, I've already imagined the worst scenarios of the day to come.
By the time I'm out the door, I've already fantasized a dozen better alternatives.
By the time I sit at my desk, I'm already in a foul mood.
By the time I leave for lunch, i'm frustrated at how I've wasted the last several hours.
By the time I finish work for the day, I'm naively hoping that I might still be productive later.
By the time I get home, I'm shutting down inside.
By the time I go to bed, I'm mentally exhausted.
By the time I go to sleep, I'm already dreading the day to come.