Faking It

I have to put on a suit and act like I’m well this Friday night. Even the thought of hemming my pants is stressful. Should I get a real haircut?  I have a wild head of hair and cut it myself. I used to be part of something. Now I feel like everyone can see how I’ve come apart. I hope after a couple beers I can calm down and interact with my former colleagues. Maybe even eat. I used to look forward to this benefit. Now I just want to put on my suit and drive over a cliff.