I have been hit by my first Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) meltdown of the year. I am usually hit by a crushing wave of winter angst mid-January but darkness came a little earlier this year. Alas, I do not have a vacation home in a sunny clime or rich friends with time share condo’s. Instead I have friends who send me articles like Wah, Wah, I Have Seasonal Affective Disorder from The Onion. Hardee har har. Between vowing to look for new friends and a good deal on a beach vacation, I must make do with whatever small bits of happiness I can manufacture.

After staring at my light therapy box with minimal effect, I dragged my sniffling self to a cheap nail place for a fifteen dollar manicure, opting for the brightest garish red I could find. I felt slightly cheered and upped the happiness quotient by getting some chocolate covered cherries to match my new nails.

I still had murderous thoughts towards everyone I encountered on the street and am one sigh away from another cry-fest, but my nails are shiny and sticky with oozy cherry chocolate goodness.

Just seventy more days until spring.

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