I am not a fan of the sun. This usually surprises most people when I say this but it’s really pretty simple: it is way too bright for my tastes.
When the sun shines, all my productivity stops. I feel as if I should be outside, reveling in the brightness, even though the first thing I do when I see the sun is up is pretty much roll back over in bed and pull the covers up over my head.
This whole shun-the-sun thing of mine has bothered many. I have had doctors tell me I have SAD—Seasonal Affective Disorder—in reverse. As this is usually diagnosed as winter depression, the reverse would be summer depression.
I hate summer. But not because of some silly mood disorder. Because the sun is always too bright. I went to art school in Atlanta. I finally left after five years and it was mainly because of the weather.
Give me a stormy, windy, dreary kind of blur and I am happy.
I mention my distaste for bright sunny skies for a reason (and not because the sun is out today and it made me stay under the covers until 1p, totally blowing my plan to get up early and dive into work). I am trying to watch Dexter. If you haven’t seen Dexter, the show is about a serial killer in Miami. The catch is that Dexter only kills people that “deserve” to die. And he works for the Miami PD as a blood analyst.
I say trying to watch because this is the second time I am making an attempt at getting into this series. I hear so much about it and it is uber popular right now. But it is set in Miami. Which of course means: a hell of a lot of sun.
When I was in high school, Miami Vice was also the show to watch. Again, Miami. Sun.
I cannot watch Burn Notice
And what distresses me most: CSI: Miami.
And I really want to watch CSI: Miami. Cuz this is a TV series just ripe for the picking.