Oh happy, crappy day! Crappy because of rain. Happy because of everything else, which is fantastic for a person living in a self-dug hole for the last month. I'm a hybernist. I made up the word, but it's true, and I've always known it. I'm out! I'm out!

Yesterday's sun-soak was enough to raise my vitamin D level to alive; the mind tells the body to die like the rest of things, every winter. Does tanning provide the D? I doubt it. When are they going to link the D with insanity? I looked it up at the school library and all I came up with was an article about pomegranate juice successfully combating ED. A two-minute NPR spoof said they're working on the D/brain relationship. Good news.

My boss called to see if I could help out at work. A coworker my age is also losing the battle to anxiety. She's quite dizzy from it and can't work until her new meds meld with her personality. I'm pathetic. I can't even remember the number of times I've quit this job. I'm so scared to get a different one, even with a degree. God, where you at? Help.

And MY VAN IS FIXED!!! I thought I was going to have to buy a new car three years after buying that one. And I owe $0 to the mechanics! Wonderful! Fabulous! I'm picking it up later today.

Maybe I'm not going as crazy as I perceived. Maybe. Getting nervous for characters on TV is still odd though.