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