a lethal combination of canned energy drinks, four hours of sleep, and three deadlines of varying degrees of HALP! has effectively rendered my normally flippant, even irreverent personality into something resembling a poster child for the emo generation. THIS ONE CAN BE SOLVED BY PILLS, I BELIEVE -- if only the pharmacist would consider a year-old prescription from my tumor days as valid and fix me up with a bottle of artificial joy.

でもやっぱ薬より　金のほうが良いだよね。

[edit = and now my back hurts like a bitch! i can has meds ahurhurhur <3 ]