All those people who said, “You’ll feel great in the second trimester! You’ll have so much energy!”?

They can all kiss my ass. But they’ll have to look down for it–it’s on the freaking floor.

Seriously. I’m still waiting for the cable guy, and I am trying desperately to not fall asleep. I can barely keep my eyes open. And I slept at least nine hours last night.

(My eyes are also burning a lot, which could be allergies–another annoying side effect of moving across the country? I develop new allergies every time.)

I have very little faith in the cable guy’s ability to show up in the next 55 minutes, as promised. But I don’t really want to fall asleep and have him show up then. But goddamn, I’ve been awake for three hours and I am totally ready for a nap.