I’ve been out of sorts all day. I think the shorter days are starting to get to me. I spend all day in a lethargic fog, knowing I should do this or that, file or type, organize or straighten, but I can’t get motivated to do it. Is going off the pill fucking with my hormones? Is it just the usual Fall blahs? I hate that it’s dark when I get up, and dark at 5:30. I love the long days of summer, and I hate the short days of fall and winter. Maybe my body thinks I’m a bear, and it’s time to hibernate. All I wanted to do all day was come home and climb into bed and sleep the day away. I came thisclose to calling in sick, but forced myself to go into work.
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