Researchers have discovered a new drug that raises the level of endocannabinoids--the 'brain's own cannabis'--providing anti-depressant effects. The new research published in this week's Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences (PNAS), suggests the new drug, called URB597, could represent a safer alternative to cannabis for the treatment of pain and depression, and open the door to new and improved treatments for clinical depression
Now we know why zombies eat brains. It gets them stoned.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Sweet braiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins.
This is most excellent news.
that doesn't get her off my Notice Board. She is just exactly thisclose to the Dead To Me Board.
The two boards in question are the most useful thing ever.
Brains, whoa.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.
Cash, the more details you get from your cousin, the more I'm thrilled for a safe baby and mom and READY TO UNLEASH TEH FLAMING FIST OF DEATH on the assmarmots at the podunk hospital.
Yep. Me, too. I just wish I'd said
assmarmots
before amy, if not before JZ.
I had to write my note in baying-at-the-moon language, because my husband's boss is not of this world. I forget that there are other, evil bosses, who are of this world.
A while back (I think before we moved, so over two years ago), I had a dream that he was in my (old) kitchen, sitting with us at the table. In my dream, I stood up, pounded my fist on the table, and said, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, [bosshat's first name]." I've never even met bosshat, but that does not diminish my ire.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, [bosshat's first name]."
See now, that was the perfect place to use [assmarmot].
But what isn't, really?
I intend to work it into everyday conversation for the next week.
The good news: My psychology class is done done done, and I will be completely shocked if I don't get an A in the class.
The bad news: I completely freaked out yesterday and could not get my paper done. In fact, I had an anxiety attack and could barely move. I talked to my therapist today, and his advice was essentially get over it and do it.
The slightly better news: My therapist gave me a note for my professor and she extended my deadline until Monday.
Now I just need to figure out a way to "get over it" and get this paper done. It is only 5-7 pages. I have done wonderfully on everything else this semester. I used to be able to bang out papers as easy as I could breathe. This shouldn't be so hard.
t /mememe
That is awful Cashmere. The hospital should definitely be sued. Much ~ma to mother and baby.
it appears that Mr. MG is employeed. He still has to pass the background and drug tests, but they have him scheduled to start December 27th. I'll be nervous until he is there for a week or two...
Woo Hoo!!! I hope the job works out well for him.
{{{MG}}}
Oh, and Joe landed safely.
Yay!
