Well . . . my good choloresteral went down, my bad cholesteral went down . . . . but my total cholesteral fucking went up??? Go figure! So now I'm taking Zocor, and I have to repeat my bloodwork every three months, to track my progress. You know what that means . . More stabbings! After the butchering I took at the lab last time . . . I just can't wait! My freakin' cholesteral was 268 . . . I know people who are in the three and four hundreds. O.K. . . . Fine! Diet and exercise. How about I need to get laid? Who's worrying about that? 
clara:
how annoying for you.