I can't wait 'til being depressed isn't cool anymore. That way you all can give it back to the limbless war vets, 40-year-old virgins, and malignant tumor carriers who had it to start with.
One more thing on the same note- I bought a knife. It goes into the eye of the next person to tell me they have a sore body part, i.e. Bad Back, knee, kneck, headache. I don't know what they've been writing about me in the tabloids, but trust me, I don't have magical healing powers.
That's about all I have to say about that. I could be wrong, however. Maybe I'm just superhuman, and the rest of the people I know are fragile pussyfart bubbles forever on the verge of popping. If so, be careful...I've got a needle with your name on it.