And all of a sudden I feel a lot less like running up and down the streets with an axe chasing elderly nuns and sweet woodland creatures.
I'm starting to think that there may be something to that whole "amount of available light has an impact on your mood" thing.
I also afraid I may have to become a monk, if I really do want to hold up my end of that light-deprived bargain I made with the powers (get it?) that be.
Oh well, just call me Brother Edward the Commenter!