Just a little bit. Legal issues. Car got impounded. Ride to work is consistently late to work. Stress headaches every day. Life is peachy, cops are great, I’m going to have to write a Christmas note to the cop who pulled me over. “Thank you for your service! You’re doing a wonderful job preventing working folks from being able to survive in this economy. I hope you get a bonus this year and won’t get run over by a bus while writing a ticket!”
You know, I sometimes wonder why we call it mental illness. Why not call it what it really is – affliction of reality. Reality is the worst affliction.
Just relax and listen to hippy shit.