Man. If there is a week that having seasonal affective disorder (or the functional equivalent thereof) is a pain in the ass, it would be this week:
Feels like I never left Seattle. More later after I’ve had some coffee.
Still going after all these years.
Man. If there is a week that having seasonal affective disorder (or the functional equivalent thereof) is a pain in the ass, it would be this week:
Feels like I never left Seattle. More later after I’ve had some coffee.