Drugs are your friends, kids.

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So I've finally got the right mix of happy pills, and now my back goes out. I'd almost be willing to say it's kinda worse than the depression at times because at least when I was depressed, I didn't want to do anything when I was unable to get out of bed. Now I REALLY REALLY REALLY WANNA DO STUFF AND RUN ABOUT AND YELL INTO A MICROPHONE AND SHIT but I have to lie PERFECTLY STILL on my face in bed or it's like somebody's slamming a branding iron into my lower back.

And then Mike comes home and throws his old TE3s at me and it's alllllll gooooood, man. But he is at work right now so I'm just kind of staving off tears when I'm sitting upright and popping Advils.