I'm stuck outside and I wanna get in. Up to my waist in horse poo...

I have a light box if anyone's interested. I used to get awful SAD in the UK and would sit in front of my light. Now I'm in Oz and it's only used for viewing MRI's (rather well).

Erin, is that desk STILL not ready!!!

I think my mental issue is currently saying exactly what I mean. It's like tourettes. I pass people on the street and feel the urge to make a social commentary. E.g. someone spits on the floor and I have to (loudly) say eugh. Kids bike on the pavement; I have to tell them off. it's out there before I can stop it.