She is lonely.
She wants to go somewhere. Anywhere, really, as long as it's not here.
She wishes you were here.
She does not want to go to work tomorrow.
She is appreciated at work, she is liked at work, and she doesn't mind the work at work, but she is not interested in work. That work, anyway.
She has few ambitions and less motivation.
She listens to Simon & Garfunkel and Rufus Wainwright. And "Eli's Coming" by Three Dog Night.
She makes her lunch for tomorrow and sets out her clothes for the morning.
She considers just going to bed.