"All right, Cincinnati, it's time for this town to get down! You've got Johnny – Doctor Johnny Fever, and I am burnin' up in here – Whoah! We're all in critical condition, babies, but you can tell me where it hurts, cuz I got the healing prescription here from the big KRP musical medicine cabinet. Now I am talking about your 50,000 watts intensive care unit, babies! So just sit right back now, relax! Open your ears real wide and say, 'Give it to me straight, Doctor, I can take it!' Oh, I almost forgot, fellow babies… BOOGER!!!"
No, I'm not gone crazy. And I'm not depressed. But the medication I'm on for my back has made me mellow. I sound like a late night DeeJay. Yesterday, I was on a conference call and attempted to introduce the team in my office with folks on the other end of the phone. I look straight at my colleagues and couldn't remember their names. These drugs are GOOOOOOD. So remember, babies, Johnny's philosophy on life: "When everybody's out to get you, paranoia is just good thinking."
