of conference calls, back pain, shuttling the squirming recalcitrant dog to the vet, forking over cash for Xrays, chasing the dog around the yard in search of pellet-filled poop, crawling around the house looking for every last pellet lest he eat more, and tilting at fucktards about the ignorance of global gore-ing, Percocet is your old buddy old pal. Specially with a beer.