Yesterday, throughout the day up until about 4:30, I felt depressed. I’m sure it’s not the depression kind of depressed. It was the kind of feeling where, even though I’m doing things, I’m very very bored and can’t think of anything I want to do. I had tennis yesterday, and I didn’t even want to go. I usually do. There wasn’t a reason I didn’t want to go, I just didn’t feel like it. I went anyway though, because I figured it was good for me to go and that’s reason enough. Funny thing is, about 20 minutes into playing, I became happy and giddy. Tennis was very fun yesterday. Maybe it was because I wasn’t expecting it to be. I haven’t been “depressed” since then. Haha. Another reason that it was good I went yesterday was that it was probably the last time my coworker (who we call “K”) will be playing with us. He’s relocating to Sacramento so he might be getting another job.