I love and hate this time of year. I love the cold crispness of everything but I hate that I get fucking SAD. Not the “boohoo, I’m so saaaaad!” but the stupid motherfucking Seasonal Affectedness (Affected? Whatever. That “A” word) Disorder.
It has now become the time of year where I need to remind myself that I don’t have fangs and I can’t rend the flesh from my enemies. (DAMMIT) It has also become that time of the year where I wish harm on many because they’re all tapdancing on my last damn nerve.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I just came off of 4 days off. What did I do during that whole time? I SLEPT. Did I study for my midterm (that’s today)? Nope. I slept. Do my homework? Nope, slept. Go to my goddamn massage appointment? NO, I SLEPT. It’s like I became a cat during my days off. I slept an average of 14 hours a day during those days. That’s not right; I’m not a housecat (though I have been accused of being catty in my history. You thought I was going to use the other cat synonym, didn’t you?).
Now all I can think about is finishing work and going back to bed. I may stop and have some dinner first. MAYBE.
PS, I swear I’ll be a little more interesting soon but I need some more… sleep.