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The sun will come out...when?

   I could have really used the sun today. You know that feeling between being in an okay mood and being in a not so okay mood? Well, I am there. And, I know for a fact that the sun would have pushed me to the side of okay...or maybe even taken me to great. No sun today. Just grey, blah weather. I hate it! It makes me doubt things. It makes me create things in my mind. It makes me think of the demeantors breeding bad juju.
   I need the sun. Today has been more of a blah day than I have experienced in a long while. The weather isn't just hazy, I have become haze. The weather isn't just dank. I have become dank. The weather isn't just cold. I have become cold. So much so that the phone I answer at work would better serve me if thrown through the window in front of me. So much so that the cell phone I keep in touch with my friends would better serve me if broken.
    SAD: seasonal affective disorder. I think most people know what this is. I have never thought I was driven so much by the state of sunlight in my life. I have been mistaken. I don't think I have this completely. It is usually a type of depression that starts in the fall and goes through the winter months. I am not affected so greatly, but I am affected. I crave the sun!
    The saddest part (no pun intended) is that those around me have to deal with this. Yesterday, I had a great day! But, even though I had no sun, I had high 50's temps. That was enough to get me through. This all sounds so petty and pitiful...but I have been tracking myself, and I am affected. Here is to hoping that by tomorrow the sun and my mood will be up!

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