Back in January I was convinced I was suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, a disease whose existence I first learned of on Northern Exposure (you remember that episode where Walt got addicted to his lightbox?).  Yeah, you know.  SAD.  (Sigh).  I would come home from the library after a mere 6 hours of sunlight exhausted, collapse into bed and nap for hours.  I looked forward to summer when I was told the depression/exhaustion would lift and I would finally be able to, you know, not sleep 13 hours a day.

So now, as we approach the summer solstice, you’d think I’d be happy.  The sun doesn’t set until almost 10pm and it’s only the beginning of May!

Yet I find now I’m wide awake with the sun streaming onto my face at 6.30 in the morning.  I have more energy at 6.30 in the morning than I usually have all day.  I’m bouncing off walls until about noon – usually when I have to start a shift at the deli – when my body realises that it’s been tricked and I should still be sleeping.

My point is this:  You just can’t win.