"Damn you're never stressed at work"
That is because I literally do not care what the outcome is. The company could go bankrupt, the building could get demolished, and I'd just head home
If a former pillhead who has taken so much ozempic he looks like he’s melting with chiclets as veneers that makes music that would be used to torture prisoners at Abu Ghraib can’t make his marriage work, what chance do the rest of us have?