I have noticed a direct inverse correlation between the happiness of musicians and the greatness of their music. As my rock idols enter out of dangerous relationships and into successful marriages (Ben Harper) and out of drug-induced bondage into clean and sober living (Jeff Tweedy of Wilco), their music suffers. The angst is gone. Where music used to serve as an outlet, a necessity to work out inner-turmoil, instead, they are just out enjoying life. And we all have to suffer because of it.

I take an allergy pill every morning. An antihistamine called Fexofenadine (an Allegra knockoff). And I have the hardest time remembering whether or not I took it. So, I often take another when I can't remember, because I'd rather overdose than get a day-long headache that prevents me from doing any work. I'm not exactly sure what the consequences of OD'ing on antihistamines are, but I can't imagine two is going to kill me. But, what if you're an old senile person on heart medication. How often do these guys kill themselves through prescribed medicine?