So I was writing this waaaay too pot-boiler post about how depression is winter and blah blah (NB - it may be worth circling back to at some point), but then December 13-14 '11 happened. You can't really talk about winter when it's 35 and rainy. And snow? WE ARE LOSING OUR MAIN EXPORT PPL SHIT GOT REAL.
So maybe depression is like a winter, and we prepare for it and circle around our loved ones (relation means nothing). But maybe winter gets thrown a curveball, and you have a Minnesotan Spring in mid-December. Maybe an old friend calls you up, and you spend an evening in a valhalla of past relations with skeeball and blingo chalice winnings at Pat's in Uptown.
Sometime life is just right.
Cool story bro,
-The Management.
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