Let's Talk About S.A.D.

Man it was hard getting out of bed this morning. The light walk to work didn't envigorate me either like it usually does when I breathe in the sharp fresh air and seeing the snowy whiteness of the world. Got some Timbits* in the afternoon to try and cheer myself up. Nothing seemed to do the trick.

I think I might be suffering from a mild case of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Light therapy (in essence, sitting in front of a light box) seems to do the trick with 85% success rate (so says Wikipeadia). Or of course there's medication like Prozac.

Apparently Prozac is marketed under a different name in Australia - Lovan. Um... is it just me or does Lovan sound suspiciously like a combination of love and van? Or even a derivative of lovin'? I'm seeing an ocker bloke in an ill-fitting suit using the phrase "Don't come-a knockin' when it's-a rockin' " as his inspiration for this stroke of marketing genius, a throw back to his haydays as a young stud with his panel van.


*Sweet doughy goodness.