"I just can't get enough of that stuff..."

One major important thing about me? My friends are absolutely, completely amazing.
Okay, maybe that's about my friends. But whatever. It's still true.

Now, moving on. The real reason for this post is that I have found the divine, cure-all medicine. I think, anyways. Since I wasn't suffering any ailments when I began "treating myself", this could all be a load of crock.

Now, when I began, I felt fine. 98% fine, I'd say. 2% blah.
So I got into my bed, laid down in an awkward yet oddly comfortable position (okay, I so, I was pretty much upside down, my feet up on the ladder, since our beds are bunked, and my head at the foot of my bed with no pillows there). I got my bag of Tostitos, my bottle of Tropicana Twister Strawberry Kiwi Cyclone and then I started playing Savage Garden.
(Product placement? Nah....)

I would say I'm about 115% fine now. That's quite a jump, especially since it surpasses 100%. Right now, I'm so fine that it's a mathematical impossibility.
...I think. I'm in the lowest level math course our college offers, so it might be completely possible, but I wouldn't know. Either way, I don't care. Because I have something no mathematician can ever have -- contentment. I'm not trying to prove Kermit's Last Theorum or whatever. I'm just listening to Darren Hayes sing what he believes in "Affirmation"...even if I do disagree with some of those beliefs.
And wonder how someone thought these lyrics would make a good song. I mean, it IS a good song but why someone would ever think of putting these words into a song is beyond me.