There is something about March that makes me feel decidedly glum. I was born in March and that in itself should make me somewhat happy and excited. However, it does not. March is glum. I was in all day today (officially did not leave the house, not even to go to the shops) and I had my massive curtains open all day to my wonderful view of my nice large garden. But all day I had to have the light on because it was so dreary I couldn't work with the light from the window.
How depressing is that?
Anyone who says that the weather doesn't affect people is a bare faced liar. Or they might just live in a box and think that it's always sunny. That would work.
So anyway, I can't deal with summer because I'm allergic to it and spring showers and gloomy skies depress me so I think I should just hibernate from February to September, but then I'd miss all my finals….this is becoming a better idea by the second…..