Work is a litte frustrating right now. I feel overwhelmed, criticized, and directionless. I need to find a way to stop taking crazy shit to heart. Or I need to write a book about working on a reservation.

Really, I need to be paid beaucoup to sit on my couch in my pajamas and blog about making cheese. That would be ideal right now. Honestly, though, I'd probably miss adult human contact and go crazy after about six months.

Sometimes I think about getting my master's in Social Work or Psychology and becoming a counselor. Can't really afford to go back to school right now, though.

The kids and Darren are great. Working out is great. Here's a weird thing though--I keep gaining and losing the same three pounds--most of the time within a day. That can't be normal. I wonder if my thyroid is still wonky.