I have a headache (again). I think I ate too much sugar today (you know, with my sky high insulin levels, and PCOS hijacking my metabolism, it's getting kind of difficult to manage higher doses of glicose, so headache). But, in my defense, it was so hot and, after lunch, I couldn't resist downing an entire bowl of açaí. It was creamy, slightly sour, and perfectly cool for such a hot day, but the headache is actually not worth it, so I'm going to stay away from it for a time (which sucks, but if needs must and all that, I certainly don't want to develop type two diabetes before I actually take responsibility for my own choices).
Hadn't a terrible day, which does not mean it was actually good (still have a bunch of things to finish, and my eyes are actually watering as I stare at the screen, but it is what is). I'm not feeling misarable (okay, maybe a little but it's mostly self-pity), which is remarkable for a change.
This morning I read a post in the Daily Art app, which told me that today is known as Blue Monday. Apparently, back in 2005, a British travel agency used Blue Monday as a marketing strategy, after asking a researcher to "create" an equation to identify the saddest day of the year, which is the third Monday of January (which actual scientists have proven is bullshit, but still it kind of stuck, goes to show how little we care for facts). Until this very morning I had no ideia it was actually a thing, apparently I've been living under a rock. Tried to listen to New Year's Blue Monday song while writing this, just to get a vibe for this sad, sad Monday, but it actually hurted my brain, so maybe another time.
Everything considered, I survived the first Blue Monday of my known existence (almost) unscattered. Progress.