The Obscure

Funksy Punksy, and there's a-nothin' you can do about it!

Hello, one and all. I am at work right now waiting for the oven to heat up, drinking coffee and praying that I will soon get an enormous boost of energy that will send me hurtling into my responsibilities at ten times the speed of agony. I sincerely doubt this will happen, and with tears in my eyes I will raise my drawn and haggard form to slowly but surely complete the tasks that are set before me, as was, is, and ever more shalt be.

I apologize for the previous post, at my Mother's advice I am attempting to go off of the Lexapro I have been taking in an effort to pinpoint the source of my headaches. The withdrawal symptoms, merely the psychological ones, are intense. Though I doubt they are as intense as the withdrawals from Valium, as our good friend C. Taylor Lacrosse will tell you.
I wonder what Bobby Dyls has to say about this.
Bobby Dyls: Drive carefully, folks, the roads are treacherous.

Now, I must go get some work done; or something. Goodbye my dear fellow philanthropes.

P.S. I have my MRI today, everyone wish me luck. I hope there isn't something dreadfully wrong with me, I am pretty apprehensive about it; I hope that doesn't make me a wuss.
Wussy, wussy, wussy, get your adverbs here!