Nothing to do but take naps and wait patiently for death

Now *that* was a mierable fucking day. A complete wash from bleary start to the moment I got home. Thank All That Is for darling boyfriends who come home on their lunch break when you call them crying, even if it's only for a few minutes, make you dinner and buy you pretty flowers. I really thought, up until this time, that this winter wasn't affecting me so badly. I'm dealing with the cold pretty well, and I haven't felt like the usual SAD self I can be. But, man, today . . .

I think the issue is that it's exacerbating every other problem I'm having right now. This is a time crunch week in school with two Oral Exams (one now, but I bombed the first so bad I just don't want to think about it at all) and various other school related projects, so I'm stressed, and Exciting Opportunities are moving forward, which adds more stress (but a fun kind, at least) and I have two family birthdays and Howard's. My immediate schedule is rather head crushing. Then there's other stuff, with other things, that are and have been poking me in the head. I'm not quite ready to talk about them, but they are the And Yet portion a couple posts back, and I think the SAD stuff is rubbing them a little raw.

Crying jags aside . . . I saw STOMP last night, and it was amazing and good and made me wish heartily that I was better at Rock band so I could jam out on the drums.