It's all of your fucking faults dammit.

[sarettah]

So, fo the past 3 weeks I've been pretty fucking run down, brung down, hung down. Been listless as all get out, barely enough energy to get myself out of bed, much less get any meaningful work done or enjoy such things as sex or eating or anything like that. So, the back doctor has been doing his thing, I've been doing the vitamin thing, I've been catscanned, diogscanned, ekg'd, ee'd, lbj'd, jfk'd and cia'd almost to death and nobody can find a fucking thing wrong.

So, I decide, well, maybe I'm depressed or some gay thing like that and I go see a shrink. We go through the whole life thing, total disclosure crap, drug history, Iedipus crap, ya know, the whole shebang (didn't do any group therapy shit thank R-n). Anyway, after about $10,000.00 of this stuff (45 minutes give or take an hour) she tells me what's wrong with me.

She says that I am suffering from Noprano syndrome and that it is being triggered by my feelings towards the uncertainty of the future of Oprano which is being caused by knowing that the impending closing of the board is a bullshit ploy by certain members of the Oprano administration team but at the same time being consumed by the thought of "what if" (you know what I mean dammit, like God.. Ya know...You're sure that there isn't one but still, back in the corner you are figuring you better mind your P's and Q's because..ya know... "What If ?").

So, I would like to thank the administration of this board for it's recent contribution to my mental health... I love the way you guys are always looking out for me.