I hate winter. I hate the cold and the wind. It makes me stay at home a lot more and it really doesn't help my mood. It doesn't really make me depressed, it just makes me less happy and more apt to throwing things. I only throw things when I am alone, so that's a plus. I hit kind of lull during the holidays as far as my writing goes, I wasn't doing it and I wasn't make much money from not doing it. Things changed though and I've recently had extra cash again. I even bought myself a very nice and shiny new Netflix player, or at least that's all my PS4 is and will be until March 21st and the release of Second Son. I can't wait for summer and the return of the ability to jog around the nearby High School's track late at night.
unknownmisery:
This winter has been BRUTAL in the Upper Midwest. Just brutal. I hate it too.