10 things to do in Danvers when you're (on) meds

I'm going to get in big trouble for this post, but I'd like to start a one-chick campaign to take guys off meds. Specifically, those of the Prozac/Zoloft/Xanax persuasion. I know, I know, it's horrible, and depression is nothing to laugh about, or at least you can't find anything to laugh about when you're still in bed at 3:27 PM, counting the ceiling tiles. But goddamn it, is your mental illness more important than my getting off?!? See, there's this little blurb. You know the blurb--you see it in Lilliputian font on the side of the prescription bottle, you hear it at Munchkin-speak-warp-seven in TV commercials while people laugh over lunch or swing each other around on the beach. It's called side effects. And one of those is: loss of libido. That's right, loss of your Johnny-Be-Wood, your walk-quietly-and-carry-a-big-stick, your lovely, delicious, hard-on. So I ask you, can you please, for the love of Pete, don't take your meds the morning of our big date? Stay away from sharp objects, don't try to spend too much time in your room, sweat it out and I promise you, I'll give you shot of Seratonin so fucking big your pituitary gland is gonna think the Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse just threw a kegger.
Please, baby? Please?