Tired. . . so tired. . .

I'm tired. There's something about the air around here that makes me lethargic. I was all piss and vinegar while I was away from home, but as soon as I got off the plane, I noticed the sedative effect that this place has cover me like a wet blanket. Allergies? Doubtful. Heavy work load? No. I do nothing all day, because I'm tired. Maybe the thinner atmosphere accounts for the change. Maybe gravity just pulls harder near the poles. I'll tell you one thing though, when your sleep cycles are as screwed up as mine are from having six months of darkness and six months of 24 hours of daylight, it taxes your system in a way that only those who have lived here can know. Whatever the case, something has to explain why I am surrounded by, and related to only crazy people.