I've been quiet lately because I haven't really had anything to talk about.
I'm looking for work. I've had a few nibbles, but no place has gone for the bait. So I've been sitting here and sending out more resumes. In the meantime, I'm not even sure if I want to continue with this line of work anymore. I'm really getting tired of working for a year and then losing my job again. But I don't know what else I can do that will pay me enough to support myself. Blah.
Saturday was relatively warm, so I was able to go into the city and walk around in The Village a bit, something I haven't had the chance to do much lately. It's interesting how the bars and skanky gay sex shops up and down Christopher Street have slowly been replaced with more respectable businesses over the past 20 years. It's debatable whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. It's friendlier, for sure, but there was that raw thrill of being in a tawdry place that isn't there anymore (at least not as strongly).
I'm trying to stay off of Facebook, unsuccessfully, because every time I look I see more things about President Rump that just irritate me more. Seriously, America, how did that happen? Really, I just want to see what people are up to, and I get sucked in to yet another thing that the pompadour-in-chief is blowing his top over. Seriously, I've had enough.
I've now been on the topiramate for the migraines long enough that most of the truly awful side effects have stopped bothering me (maybe it's just as well that I've had a break from work). And I'm still on clomipramine for mental health and to help with the migraines. Funny how I'm tolerating a 50 year old psych medication better than a modern one. The only problem is that this combination is kind of sedating, so I frequently find myself taking a nap around lunchtime.
That's all I got for now.