I'm starting to get mightily fed up with darkness. Not just the literal absence of light, mind you, but depression as well.
Luckily, dawn approaches. Unfortunately, so does sleep.
I'm also a bit miffed that in nearly three months I've only come up with a total of eight lines of iambic pentameter in my attempt at writing a poem about my SA. I'm really
trying not to let it bother me, but my perilously low self-esteem is winning thus far....