Prozac will make it all better

My high school guidance councellor told me that.
Um, thanks?
But then again, this is the same woman who, when I told her I was trying to quit smoking (I was such a rebellious 18 year old) told me that I looked cool smoking, so why bother quitting?
Uh, yeah.

Right. So I'm feeling a little sorry for myself these days. I'm stressed out cause a)my job blows dead bears, b) my friends are going through crazy times and I'm a listener and supporter, dammit, c) my sleeping pattern is fucked up & d) I'm starting to stress about my gummy knee and crusty hip (a story best told over a lot of drinks).

Yay me.
Sorry, folks, Ren's not feeling like much fun right now.
I'm trying to get that point across to some of the "real life" people I know, but it's not working. Lookit, when you ask me "what's wrong" and I look at you all teary eyed and say "frankly I would like to take a 30 hour nap", don't think this is code for "I'm off to kill myself" and try to convince me that life is worth living. I really want to take a 30 hour nap. Dude, I'm tired and run down. And prone to crying fits. Really bad and awkward ones.

And no, I don't want a hug.
I want a big bed, Johnny Knoxville and a bottle of Nyquil.

RAWR.