I think I get SAD (I think I had it like 9 months out of the year when I lived in Seattle, for real), but I also had a lot of family drama go on around the holidays, and all the holiday shit is like an advertisement for that, I think. The last two weeks of December in particular. That was the time I tried to drink 4 fifths of scotch in one day. I made it through 2 and a little bit of a third before things got regr… well, regrettable is the wrong word. I didn't do anything regrettable, I just woke up a day or two later and probably didn't remember anything. Maybe I shit or pissed myself, but there was no personal fuckup associated with this episode outside of the health damage. Huh, this doesn't sound so bad now.