Summer. The bane of my existence.
Most people's seasonal depression revolves around Winter. Mine kicks in the moment that it gets above 75 degrees. I honestly can't wait to go home in August, just because it will be cold and cloudy when I get there.
Of course, when I return to Utah a few weeks later, it will still be Summer. And will be--most likely--until November.
Stupid deserts.
Though, at least, come "Fall" I'll have A/C in my apartment.
Stupid deserts.
