Right now, I’m listening to Yaeji’s “When In Summer, I Forget About The Winter”. The refrain goes: “When in summer, I forget about the winter When I’m happy, I forget about the blue When I’m in love, I forget that I was lonely When I realize, I’m a bit forgetful”

By the time you get off work it’s dark. You spent your savings living it up over the summer so you shuffle home to your tiny room in your tiny apt where your things surround you like an Ikea manufactured Egyptian tomb.

Many people feel like they have less energy in the winter months, and some also experience more anxiety and depression than they typically do in the warm summer months

I know that NYC hasn’t been disgustingly cold this season, but someone’s still got the wintertime blues (that “someone” is me). This time of year, I always turn into a humongous B– cackling at any poor soul who dares approach me as I perform my cold weather rituals of swaddling