I've never considered myself to be a seasonal affective disorder kind of gal. I like the rain. Usually I like the gray. I lived in Alaska for 5 years without trouble, but this morning for some reason...
I did not want to get up.
I did not want to shower (so I didn't).
I did not want to get dressed (so I put it off as long as possible).
I did not want to go to work. (so I was late)
I do not want to be here now!
I want to be at home.
I want to be in my bed.
I want to be dozing in and out of consciousness, perhaps with some nice calming music in the background.
I want to have a warm, furry ferret curled up by the small of my back providing a little extra warmth (because damn they are like furnaces!).