The first time I "fake tanned" I was a junior in high school. Never regularly, until mid-college. I was working at the library on campus 15 hours per week, doing 15-18 credits per semester and I got another job. At a laundromat/tanning salon. I only worked there about 10 hours per week, but it was a good job and I got to tan on days like this. I worked there about a year, and never tanned regularly, but more than I ever had. The only time I realized I was tanning a lot was during the months of January and February that I worked there.
Maybe I should go to a doctor and see if I have a small case of SAD.
So today, when I am not feeling good at all, it is yucky out, and there are a few sad things going on around me, I really wish that I could go lay in the tanning bed. Listen to some country jams (my favorite music to listen to while tanning), maybe fall asleep, and get really warm and toasty.
