By "this asshole", I mean my headache. But since people like the gung-ho internet "let's get 'em with our torches!" thing I thought I'd fake you out. I apologize for the deception, now please send me some Excedrin? I'll be your best friend forever, and offer you bubblegum whenever I'm packing.
Listening to Stephen Malkmus does help a little, though.
