So good news, I'm NORMAL! (says the doctor I saw today) Only not really, at all. I just was so awesome before that my normal is like slug for other people and until I get money to see someone else or become a total invalid, I can suck it.
Actually, they say I am depressed, and I think if they say that just a few more times, I may actually become depressed (which might be their goal), or I might start lighting things on fire randomly while shouting gibberish and eating good and plentys, which should tell you how much I dislike being told that I am depressed when I am not motherfucking depressed.
Now stressed? I am stressed. I wish they would give me a prescription to deal with said overwhelming stress as it would entail a large never-depleting bank account, a personal masseuse, a bacon butler ™, and lots of ME time.