Today I got a book about Millard Wright, a habitual criminal who in 1947 agreed to undergo a prefrontal lobotomy in exchange for not having to serve jail time. (This story doesn't have a happy ending but I won't spoil it for you, instead pointing you to this rather upbeat contemporary Time article, which asks, "Is a criminal tendency a disease that surgery can cure?" I leave that question as a problem for the reader.) The book is called The Dark Side of the House and the rather awesome cover illustration is of a brain with a tiny house on top of it, casting a long shadow over the frontal lobe.
I also got a big bottle of antidepressants from my mail-order pharmacy.