incognito like

Well, I'm back at work, though few know this. I walked in underground and went immediately to my office. Door closed. I keep hearing all sorts of holiday like cheer outside of my door: "Happy Easter", but I'm not really feeling very festive.

The first day back, I presume, will be the hardest. And, perhaps thanks for Xanax, it hasn't been so bad. The few people that have seen me have been solemn, but pleasant enough, and have simply welcomed me back. This is much better than the not knowing what to say, so saying something inappropriate for the sake of saying something that I was expecting, and am counting on happening soon.

Blah blah blah. I'm just rambling, but wanted to get something on here. I know that I've mentioned how I was dreading coming back to work, so here I am. And I've made it through to write about it.