Hitting the sauce...again.

I don't know what about the changing seasons wrecks me, but whatever it is, it's an asshole. Perhaps it's something about the quality of light that punches me right in the kisser - sending me to curse myself, hide under the furniture and/or weep over radio ads.

Do I sound over-sensitive here?

Today I lost a little bit of copy (10 minutes, tops) to an unscheduled computer failure and I spent the next 30 minutes in the bathroom vacillating between blubbering tears and rage.

Tonight I'm just going to listen to my neighbor, the musician, through the wall and have a glass (or three) of red wine.

Please wish me the best of luck that I don't spill any on myself, 'cause it's that kind of day, folks.