I am no longer on prescribed medication, having swallowed my last horse-pill-ish antibiotic just this morning. It was a big moment for me. Prescription medication seems to have a lot of nasty side effects...at least with the strong stuff they give you when you've had an abscess in your backside drained of a liter and a half of fluid, anyway. As I was being discharged (and note that I was BEING discharged...let's not have a repeat of Nick telling a coworker as we were completing the final parts of my hospital stay, "She's discharging right now.") my surgeon said the antibiotics they were putting me on were most probably overkill, but she just really wanted to make sure my inner-ugly was dead and gone forever.

Now, the next leg in my journey is filling my time. Jeff and Kara stopped by last night and dropped off several seasons of South Park. Now, I clearly remember telling Mark in December that I would never, ever watch South Park...ever. Moreover, I clearly remember rolling my eyes at Sarah and Jason, back in the day, when they would quote the darn show. I guess, being that I've climbed the ladder of evolution in regards to my lacking tailbone, it's time for the head to regress a touch...even the score a bit, so to speak: