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Wednesday, February 05, 2014
SAD in only 2,000 words:
Actually, the Black Dog hasn't been that bad this year. I've only dragged out the UV lamp a couple times a week so far, but I've also tried to get myself outside any time the yellow face was in the sky.
This is the kind of weather that you appreciate most as a kid, because the only effects it has on your life are generally good ones.