Ok, so I'm either depressed or I'm just lazy or something. I don't know what the heck is wrong with me today. Or this week. Christmas wasn't Christmas. There was nothing Christmasy about it. Every book I try to read (with one exception) is completely boring. I'm not hungry but I'm eating too much. At least that's what my stupid doctor told me yesterday..."Oh wow, you've put on some extra weight, haven't you?" Thanks. That's nice. I'm glad you are making thousands of dollars off me while simultaneously exploiting my insecurities. I've been on vacation for 2 weeks and I have accomplished nothing. I had grand plans. I was going to be productive and successful. So far, I'm still in my bathrobe. My favorite songs come on the radio and I just tell them to shut up and I turn the radio off. And what's the deal with going to the bathroom when you are pregnant. It is impossible to wipe. Ok that's gross but it...
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