Well, my moods are still cycling practically unimpeded. What a crappy part of me to keep working, eh? Although I suppose it is 'that time of month' for me.
Within 10 minutes I got an email about a new birth (woo-hoo) and then read a forum posting about an impending death from breast cancer. Even reading about the birth only cheered me up til I realized I'm not having any luck getting pregnant. I can't really even blame it on luck. It would be a plain old not-good idea for my to conceive while I'm on the painkilling pharmaceutical cocktail that makes up my daily schedule. And I suppose it was good luck that kept me from being pregnant when it came to do the surgery. Yippee?