Brain Freeze
Shit the bed. I was going to write a nice, soulful entry about depression in winter, and how it takes extra effort to stay sane, and how I was sickly proud of taking the highest dosage of two kinds of pills because I was so good at being crazy, and how, yes, people who get proud about pill-taking are (shockingly) socially awkward, and how that shouldn't matter to me since I don't like people either, BUT I do very much want them to like me.
Then I found this silly picture, and my whining really deserves a somber illustration, so I'll write it later, k? eff off.
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