I felt kind of down today. I thought: maybe I have SAD–Seasonal Affective Disorder–that’s when the bare trees and soft light of winter make you feel like shit. I know something is wrong when even the bright smiles of children do not lift me. I guess the kids noticed because they kept asking all day if I was okay. I hid my true feelings, like the professional that I am, and said, “I am feeling grand! Perfect!” But one boy put his arm around me and whispered, “You smell like whiskey worse than my grandma!” And that’s when I realized that I wasn’t really sad at all. I was just drunk!