But the main thing that has been particularly spectacular about this overdue mellow winter, is that I haven't gotten my ass kicked by Seasonal Affective Disorder. Wherein I mope about and ignore everyone and go to bed as soon as I get home from work every day and have Epic Struggles every single morning just to get out of bed. (Which is, precisely, what happened last winter. And probably the one before.)
Then... I don't know, it decided to be winter, I guess. And I feel the dark cloud of the SAD starting to descend upon me. And it sucks.
(Truly, this is a horrible acronym, I never really gave it much thought until I read this bit by Kat from Pink India Ink):
...Or you might know it by its acronym, "SAD", which really belongs on a list of Abbreviations That Seemed Like A Great Idea At The Time But Are, In Fact, Really Stupid.
"OOOOOOOH!" the psychiatrists who first discovered this probably shouted. "We'll call it Seasonal Affective Disorder, and then, we can shorten it to SAD! Which is exactly how you feel when you have it! It's genius!" -- And never realizing, in their excitement, that you can't go around saying, "I have SAD" without giving the impression that you are not clinically depressed, but rather mentally deficient.
My body's been trying really, really hard to fight it. I can tell that it has. Because I've actually been happy lately, that magical zen place that everyone thinks is so hard to get to but isn't, and I refuse to admit that I can fall back into those dreary, gray places.
The thing I probably hate the most about this whole affliction is that my regular medications are useless here.
I mean, they're still working and doing their merry little job of keeping the regular depression away, but they do nothing to offset this extra shit. Though lord only knows how much of an anguished pit I would be in if they didn't at least do that much. Two helpings of depression? PASS.
But I've been just exhausted and beat down, this last week especially, and it's annoying, and random things make me want to cry, and it's like having PMS all the fucking time, you can imagine how much fun THAT is, and this random weather-shifting we've got going on here (nice day! crappy day! nice day! crappy day!) is also fucking with my sinuses and so long story short, I survived this fucking week and I think I deserve a gold star.
Also: if that damn groundhog sees his shadow next week I will personally march to Pennsylvania and bludgeon it to death with... something, I don't know. Fucking rodent.
I'm kidding. I'm not an animal bludgeoner. I can't even kill spiders.
One more month to Mardi Gras Prom. Four more months to Vegas. These are the things I need to repeat to myself. I like being uncontrollably excited more than I like being uncontrollably sad.