wrath of prawn

Nikita, 25, am not necessarily evil but have an evil-sounding name, more trouble than I'm worth, and strongly inclined toward the absurd, the lovely, the pointless, and the old & British.

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My Lucy Van Pelt levels have been exceptionally high recently.

I am crabby.

And I’m not fully sure why.

I’m starting to think it’s some kind of seasonal affective disorder, only because most of my life has been spent in grey and cold and damp, and I like it that way, it’s inverted from everybody else. As I spend longer in inescapable bright sunshine and heat, I will become a bigger and more prickly grouch.

So instead of sitting in front of a light box to simulate … not being a mole-man who never sees the sun, I guess I need to keep a sheet over my head? And maybe set up camp in the shower.

11 months ago with:1 note

#of course then I googled it #because I was like no way that's really a thing #and apparently Summer SAD is really a thing? #THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING #or it could be that I'm tired and I miss people and the fact it's a billion degrees is just not helping anything #this has been a whine

octemberfirst said: TOTALLY get this. I grew up in the Midwest, but I’m so drizzle-habituated now that I become Captain Irritable when I visit home, even at Xmas (with their damnably clear, big-sky winter days). Seek the comfy gloom where you can, lady!
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