Seasonal affective disorder sucks. Every year, starting in October and hitting hardest just after daylight savings rollback, I feel like shit for a while. It varies, but usually balances out sometime in January.

Daylight Savings Time is bullshit and steals the sun from me. We don’t all wake up before 8, okay? And having the sun go down ten minutes after I get out of work is fucking annoying.

I’ll be fairly silent for the next week or so while I bust my ass on schoolwork. Much of which I’ve just been putting off. Currently my plate includes an analysis of the Constitution of the CSA, a research paper on Billy Budd, A multi-media project on Immigration (specifically assimilation and its relationship to illegal immigrants) and an analysis of Do The Right Thing.

And all I want to do is read Gravity’s Rainbow and drink beer.

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1. it’s not a case of the Mondays – I’m a lizard trapped in the stone and my balls hurt