Oh the birds are singing!
And I'm waking up to Turbonegro - Rock Against Ass! But this time it's happy music! Whee! What a load off the head. At last I can work again. Now, we've got every goddamn tool known to mankind here. I've got a big drill press, a small drill press, a chainsaw, a thickness planer, a table saw, a grinding wheel setup, um... the list goes on. Guess what I don't have here? Oh, a cross-cut saw and a hammer. *sigh* Time to go visit a neighbor or two. All I need is a skill saw to make some workbench space, oh, and a shitload of drywall screws. Proven the doctors wrong again. When the FUCK are they gonna start listening to me? I've been boosting testosterone and B-12 for the last two weeks, every second day. By all rights I should be sweating like a motherfucker and bouncing off the walls. What's happening to me now? Well, I'm waking up with an appetite, and one total mind-killer of a problem has almost dissapeared. Fucking doctors!