I kinda hate afternoons sometimes. Like now. I don’t actually hate anything, I just feel shades of blue (maybe it’s that I’m wearing blue jeans with a blue top). I feel a deep, tired, UGH. Can’t be bothered about anything un-fun or hard. Mildly sad about whatever there is to be sad about. Discouraged, but not in any specific way. I really think it’s the fact that I ate lunch, and my metabolism is like a slow ass slug taking its sweet ass time processing everything with these new hormones. Hence me turning somewhat catatonic. I even ate chocolate! Oh well, I am just rolling with it these days, taking the motivation when it comes and riding it hard, letting things go when it’s gone. But it’s gone a lot! Come back friend! It’s the second trimester, hello!?!