I'm starting the master cleanse tomorrow.

Winter depression means:

The cold makes you tired and
hungry, which makes you
Eat till you're stuffed,
then you're sleepy.
If only you could
Sleep
and
Eat
and
Sleep
and
Eat
and
Sleep
and
Eat
and
Sleep
and Sleep and Sleep And Sleep.

But shit, your shift starts
In an hour, your joints move like
Anvils in nail glue
Your throat is raw flesh
And sandpaper
Your voice sounds like
The neighbor's pit bull
Your skin's like
The Sahara Desert
You feel like
A less kept Crypt Keeper,
So you have some some
Coffee
and
Bourbon
and
Chronic
and
Cocoa
and
Brandy
and
Yayo
and
Lortabs
and
No-Doz
and
Xanax
and
this
is
why
i
look
and
feel
like
pig
shit.