My body always rebels in the fall and winter. It fucking hates that sunlight fades, social pressures mount, temperatures fall. I picture it like a bouncy house with some of the air let out. You can still tell what it is, but it’s pretty much useless and sad as a bouncy house.

I feel run down and beaten by an invisible force. I fight against it, I worry about it, I drink for it. I say ‘this year will be different,’ every fucking year. So.. if I don’t post a lot, it’s deliberate, because I’m busy filling up my drafts folder with bullshit that would keep a therapist busy for years. Things will turn around, I’ll get over it.

(musical interlude)

I’ll be fine.

I say that. Every fucking year.