If constant monitoring of status becomes the scleroderma of new years' resolutions, then let's go commando on the how are you - no really, how are you?

Let's take a moment to genuflect to the week between Jingle and More Bubbly. History reveals over indulgence but that was when there was compensation for being fixated on Door #3. Appropriate indulgence features nitrous-like body beau monde unfettered with appropriate treatment.

A <25 lb lift confirms the missing strength. Was once a dymaxion now a retired dalmatian but look at that smile.

The synopsis follows this trajectory: Guy gets sent to psychopharmacologist by kid's psychologist. He gets prescribed fluoxetine hydrochloride. That encourages mania leading to the life change. Question is: If no brain chemistry alteration occurred, would he still be loving tits in the desert? Most assuredly. Just because your pleasure center is constantly hand wrapped, it doesn't make it a shitty gift.