That's just SAD

I know it's not that interesting and in the grand scheme of things, not even important
and that I thought I was going to escape it this year. But No.
 Have tried these things:
Zap self with caffeine.
Turn on lots of lights when get up.
Stand in shafts of weird, transient, midday sunlight you see fleetingly
on the sides of buildings at this time of year.
Decide that being grumpy can be quite endearing and even trendy.
Be in denial about the fact that people will just want to punch you as they
too are SAD
Shake self and realise self absorbed, trite blog is symptom of condition.

It's a feeling of never entirely waking up. Of early onset Alzheimer's
and morphine overdose crossed with sleep deprivation.
So, not really fully functioning until late March and can barely speak
or drive a car. Walk silently everywhere, sporting  silver foil collar
to concentrate rays on third eye. Life for four months based
on wearing a huge coat, bluff, avoidance of issues that require
 thinking and cat naps at every opportunity.

A peculiarly Northern European syndrome. Would far rather be 
dozing next to flickering firelight on layers of fur in smoky hut,
following nature's cycle - than having 
modern life drilled into brain.

Ah well.. as Frank would say " pass us the remote, Sheila"