I was feeling okay, or so I thought. I walked out of work happy, thinking about my next two days off and the possibility that I might just stop by McD's on the way home for some fries. Yum! (I didn't stop, though.) And then, on the way home, I crashed. I realized that I was just faking it all day. I'm still sad, still lonely, and the next two days off will be spent alone, just like they always are. Grrr.