December blahs

Who said a blog had to be updated regularly, anyway?

I am wide and wired awake, buzzing brained from the new round of the old meds I put myself back on this week. I've just been staring at the monitor at work, surfing instead of tackling the thousands of small projects I should be getting done. When I get home, I've been staring at the crappy cable (I hate Cablevision) all night. Things in my life are pretty darn good in most arenas, but I've been noticing days where it's nigh on impossible to leave the house. I'm also not getting any joy out of new social situations, as several recent party experiences have proven. I think I might have been perused and friendlied up at the office 'holiday' party and all I was doing was pulling cold and distant.

And my love for New York has been feeling more like a cold fact than a warm passion, even when I do something cool and amazing like hitting the galleries of Chelsea.

So it's time to recognize the seasonal downshift and take steps to remedy it. I guess I need to think of it as a necessary annual course of treatment.