Caught in a Flood With the Captain of the Cheerleading Squad.

Every winter I get sad, and I’ve been told it’s because of a lack of light and due to shorter days, or something like that. I don’t want to do much, and I don’t like to move. I’m perfectly content with not leaving my bed. I don’t like when snow gets in my shoes. I’m starting to believe it’s something a little bit deeper than seasonal affect disorder. I associate winter with everything bad. I’ve met people colder than January and they bite harder than pitbulls. You really know when your time is up with them.