I was born. I suffered.
I suffered some more, and hopefully,
I won't die a painful death.
This is my life.

Sing it Andy Williams, It's the most depressing time of year

That's right, no more holidays. No more gallons of turkey soup. Time for the seemingly permanent 'case of the Muuundays.' And if you also live in a snowy area, a four month gradient of gray to black that covers the sky.

This is also the time of year that you realize your job will consist of same monotony no matter what awesome "goals" you set for yourself for the yearly review.

So congrats. You've made it another bloody year. And if you need a little help with your cubicle depression®, maybe modern pharmaceuticals can help you out.