Aw Crud, It's December

Man I have got the December Funk like nothing else. There's something about this time that gets me wanting to put a slug in my head. No, no, don't go calling me, I'm not going to off myself. My intact sense of self-preservation prevents that with excessive effectiveness.

I am downright MOODY this time of year. I go from depressed to pissed-off. I can only imagine the worst possible outcome of any action or its void. What sucks only a little less, is when I realize that I'm in the Funk, and that this is all in my head. Strangely, even though I've convinced myself that I'm just being a big baby, I still feel like shit.

This sucks. It's like being sick, except all the ache is in my head, it doesn't exist. By body wants to go curl up in a dark corner until spring like I'm suffering from some fever and I can just sleep it off for three months. Crap, man. Life's still got to happen in the meantime. I still have to work, I still have to put on a smile for the world , because that's my job, by choice. The people in my life need me to exist, they need me to experience this portion of the year with them, and they're right.

I'm still breathing, and as long as I draw breath, I'm going to enjoy the fact that I can.