We've officially reached part of the year that makes it entirely too difficult to get out of bed. While it's true that here in the Northeast the weather has been unseasonably warm, we're still feeling the effects of seasonal affective disorder, and we can't wait for the freedom of spring. Spring: a time when we can shed our millions of layers, realize how chunky we've gotten, and hate our lives in a slightly different way. For now, all I want to do is eat soup , and curl up with my cats and a g…