Wooo-eeee, I hope seasonal affective disorder isn’t hereditary because that would suck.
Really really suck.
It’s only 7:30pm, and it feels like there’s no amount of light anywhere that can help lift this veil that’s come over me. It’s good that I can distance myself enough from it, to know that it isn’t *me* — just the chemicals in my brain wreaking its little mental shenanigans again. But I really wish I didn’t have to give myself pep talks every time the sun goes away.
I have a *ton* of grading to do and absolutely no motivation to do it. But I should turn on more lights — maybe every single light in this house — and have the TV on. Make myself a tall mug of cocoa, and then pull my grading out.
Anything — anything — to keep the mental illness squirrels at bay.
Yeah… it would royally suck if Daniel inherited this.