Dear, me.

I abhor winter. It's pretty through a fogged window, but actually being in it and experiencing WINTER is not as fun. I feel like I'm shriveling. I'm drying up and losing parts of myself and when I crack my spine because I sit in the same chair for too long, staring at the same pixels, I can just imagine the little icicle fissures that are forming in my spine.

Being this miserable takes a lot of work, y'all. You have to constantly, and consistently, be unhappy about life, without ever saying anything to anyone. You leave that to steep in your own internal whining, and pretty soon, you'll have your very on wintry depression ripe for those long, cold, evenings when you can't sleep even though you know you are getting up at 7:30 am to be on set by 8:30 am. And, as an added bonus, you'll be so annoyed with your own petty self-righteousness and self-imposed martyrdom, that it will add a nice little edge to your sadness.

Get me out of here.