Long and short of it, I really don't like the winter. Bad things tend to happen. This one's been relatively nice, I've gotten a raise, Whines moved in, all my roommates are paying rent--works been a struggle lately, but that's a standard part of life, and they gave me a 4% raise.
I can't tell the cause and affect. It's probably both--the horrible things tend to happen in the winter *anyway*, but the emotional stuff that's low-key (like the nightmare unrequited love thing in '03 and the winter breakup in '02) are magnified by winter depression to unmanagable levels.
Blah. Come on, spring! I'm going to shoot, skin and grill me a prognosticating groundhog now, that bugger gave me another six weeks of this gloom...