Feeling a bit blue;

I can't seem to remember motivation or how to come by it. I feel like a less-whole version of myself. There is little to get me going in the morning. I am dreading waking early to work, run errands, be an adult. At twenty, I should really be more free. Stray dog freedom. Somehow, I will have to encourage my mind and body to recollect, to push forward. In the mean time, I have been reading, drinking far too much espresso, and watching every episode of Mad Men I can get my hands on.