That feeling human thing? Not so much after all. Wishful thinking, maybe. I THOUGHT I'd be going back to work today, but in the end, I got up when the alarm went off and sat on the couch, trying to muster up enough energy to do the hair and makeup thing. In the end, I gave up. And I've spent another very boring day with tissues, my bed, and a book. If I don't get better soon, my nose will fall off. Maybe tomorrow.