I've been feeling some better this week. AF has been kind of drawn out, but is pretty much gone, and I think my chemical balance has improved. I was having a bad day last Wednesday, and DH said something about drugs. He wants me to smile all the time, and that's not what life is all about. I don't think I have severe depression, and I really avoid taking anything I don't have to take. I took some ibuprofen for a headache yesterday, but do not really believe in better living through chemistry. I only took two of the pain pills I was prescribed after my retrieval, so I still have nearly the whole bottle. I avoid taking anything most of the time, except when I have bad cramps ( and then I thank God for blessing the person who invented ibuprofen with that knowledge).

Still no luck with the job search. No calls, no interviews, nothing. This morning I sent some demos to a couple of production companies in town. I'd love to get some supplemental voicework, but I also let both of them know I'm open to fulltime work. If there'd been a major in recording studio technology at my college when I was there, that's what I would have majored in. I went though most of high school thinking I'd major in music, but before my senior year, I decided I didn't really want to teach and didn't think I had the discipline or talent, really, to be a performance major. I'm sure there are other things I could've done with music, but I moved toward TV production or computer science. Didn't get far with the computer science stuff, but I did enjoy broadcasting pretty well. If they'd had a pop music major, hoo boy!! Although my love of that did help me in radio.

I've been all alone in the office the past two days. The only other full-timer is on vacation, and the lady who used to be an owner is also on a trip. She'll be back tomorrow, though.