Bored and Blegh

It must be that time of year. When winter really starts hitting, I just start feeling blegh about everything. If I were to self-diagnose, perhaps it's a touch of the Seasonal Affective Disorder? Which is basically a multisyllabic way of saying, "when it gets crappy out, people feel crappy."

But, whatever you want to call it, it always seems to hit me, so I'm thinking there must be some validity behind it. Once it starts getting colder, drearier, etc. I just seem less motivated to do anything. Getting out of bed in the morning is harder when you know that you'll have to take an extra few minutes geting all those layers on and you'll have to scrape ice off your windshield. I'm not hopeful that this winter will be as mild as last, and I'm sure I'll once again be daydreaming of a life in warmer, more temparate climes.

Work is pretty dull right now. The work is pretty much about the same, and not too terrible. It's just really slow here at this time of year. Lots of sitting around. We've got our move coming up, but that doesn't even seem real. It's already been postponed by two weeks once, and if the picutres of the new building progress are any indication I wouldn't be surprised to have it postponed again. In the meanwhile, all the other buildings around us are being torn down. I predict that 15 minutes after the last person has left the 'B here in Westwood, the wrecking ball will be in the parking lot.

Not much going on in the homefront either. Just kind of chilling; it almost feels like I'm just....waiting. Waiting to see what happens next.

Yep, just no motivation right now.

Boo to winter.