Believe it or not, I'm sitting here at work on a beautiful Sunday. I am filing the second set of forms to extend filing my income taxes -- due tomorrow.

And I am miserable. I didn't know that the medicine for Poison Ivy was steroids -- I thought it was an antibiotic. Let me tell you about it.

My brain wants to escape from my head. This is not like a headache; it's like a centrifuge mashing my brain against my skull. It's like a match was struck and directly held onto my brain.

I had thought the secret of athletes on steroids was that it did something weird to your muscles to make them bulk up. I can tell you this: Within minutes after starting to work out, I can feel that pressure easing. It is like entering the eye of a hurricane. It is just like that, or like smooth running water, that feeling. I did not want it to stop.

That was an hour ago and now it's back. It is. Purgatory. I had thought I would do my taxes today; I filed the automatic extension. But I can't concentrate. I hope the IRS doesn't ask for a reason on their form.

Here's something funny. Ha ha not. A year ago I had a "challenge" with some friends: They would lose ten pounds and I would gain ten pounds. I tried but eventually gave up.

Last week was sure a different story. In one week -- one week! -- I've gained eight pounds.