Seasonal depression . . .

You know, I've always been this way. As long as I can remember. I don't want to be home in the summer. I want to be out. All the time. Every night. It's just such a glorious time of year that it feels like a waste not to go out and do something every night. And so here I am, home on a summer Sunday night, and yet I'm restless. I want to be out.