I think we've all had that MSG monkey on our back at one time or another. It's hard to talk about, but we should. What seems to take the edge off for me is beer and single malt scotch, or maybe a little road trip to Yela. You know, ruthlessly murdering some pirate scum with a Rattler II missile up the tail pipe, scrounging up his space stogies and rum, really makes you feel alive and that there's something worth living for besides noodles.