I’m crying into my granola right now. Why? I’m not sure exactly. Could be the seasonal affective disorder. Could be the fact that I’ve been working so much I haven’t had time to write or clean my house in a while. Or it could be the fact that my once-beloved friend and roommate is such a lazy asshole he hasn’t gotten off his ass or the couch to help me or do a goddamn thing in weeks. Probably all three.