a week of lack of sleep and its february and i, in all honesty, feel insane. completely and utterly. the best part is not caring at all. i just want to go home, play snood for six hours, go to sleep and repeat. no thinking. no moving. nothing. nothing feels right.

some people say s.a.d. isn't real, but anyone who's experienced it knows it is very real... kinda like people who ask depressives to "snap out of it" or people who tell the overweight to "just eat less"... you don't know 'til you've gone there. you really don't.

sigh.