Sunday, December 2, 2018

Seasonal Affective Dickery

S.A.D.  Literally an acronym which some brilliantly capitalistic therapist came up with, sold to real doctors, and then threw drugs at.  People get depressed during cold months, because the sun is absent.  The wind is a soul-sucking phantom.  The bone-chilling cold is like being punched in the face.  Snow is beautiful, but shoveling it is like prison-camp labor. 

My point:  I have no actual idea.  (This is most certainly why I can't make a living off of writing.)

Fuck winter. 

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