S.A.D.
[relax there boys - ill see you at the bar on friday]
seasonal affective disorder
recurrent winter depression characterized by over sleeping
overeating (craving for carbohydrates) and irritability
relieved by the arrival of spring or light therapy
light therapy
being a 47 year old with a mom and an all-growed-up daughter
i am of 3 minds from 3 generations
my mom thinks this light therapy would be useful to
placate her finicky orchids
bern thinks every day can be as lazy as a sunday morning
as bountiful as a thanksgiving dinner
and an opportunity to tell interlopers to just fuck off
by simply mentioning to the PWLS (peeps-who-love-syndromes)
im doing that "light therapy"
theyll say "dont worry about being lazy fat and hornery"
you must be SAD - we understand - hows the light working?
my ash rolls her eyes and says dont be ridonkulous
you dont need therapy
you need to to go to vegasbaby
all verbosity aside
im not one to subscribe to the syndrome of the day
but i know this - WINTER SUCKS
IT GETS ME DOWN MAN - it gets me down
perhaps i am SAD
or perhaps i am
FORLORN
WOEBEGONE
BEREFT
or BLUE
BUT one thing is certain
as right as rain
as pure as the driven snow
as sure as im standinging here
when the sun bursts thru the clouds
and warms my cheeks
life seems less daunting
my step is spry
my dreams have legs
my love explodes
and my plants need more water
sure, i can weather the storm
its just that after the storm has passed
ive gone all "rip van winkle"
put on 20 pounds
and pissed everyone off (ww i know i know)
props to my ash T my buds and familie [ :) ]
you define my world - giddy up
bern shares
bv)
[relax there boys - ill see you at the bar on friday]
seasonal affective disorder
recurrent winter depression characterized by over sleeping
overeating (craving for carbohydrates) and irritability
relieved by the arrival of spring or light therapy
light therapy
being a 47 year old with a mom and an all-growed-up daughter
i am of 3 minds from 3 generations
my mom thinks this light therapy would be useful to
placate her finicky orchids
bern thinks every day can be as lazy as a sunday morning
as bountiful as a thanksgiving dinner
and an opportunity to tell interlopers to just fuck off
by simply mentioning to the PWLS (peeps-who-love-syndromes)
im doing that "light therapy"
theyll say "dont worry about being lazy fat and hornery"
you must be SAD - we understand - hows the light working?
my ash rolls her eyes and says dont be ridonkulous
you dont need therapy
you need to to go to vegasbaby
all verbosity aside
im not one to subscribe to the syndrome of the day
but i know this - WINTER SUCKS
IT GETS ME DOWN MAN - it gets me down
perhaps i am SAD
or perhaps i am
FORLORN
WOEBEGONE
BEREFT
or BLUE
BUT one thing is certain
as right as rain
as pure as the driven snow
as sure as im standinging here
when the sun bursts thru the clouds
and warms my cheeks
life seems less daunting
my step is spry
my dreams have legs
my love explodes
and my plants need more water
sure, i can weather the storm
its just that after the storm has passed
ive gone all "rip van winkle"
put on 20 pounds
and pissed everyone off (ww i know i know)
props to my ash T my buds and familie [ :) ]
you define my world - giddy up
bern shares
bv)
posted by bern shares at 1:02 AM
2 Comments:
Although winter has yet to trouble me to much this year, I can certainly appreciate your desire for Spring's warm sun. Perhaps I will even be able to share some of your joy this year... just let me know before your "love explodes"... you know, so that I can get out of the way.
i don't know if any love will explode, maybe just the speakers, but i'm playing at mackenzie's manana from 2-5 in case you wanna come.
i'd call it sound therapy but of course you know better.
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