Amazing what a pep-chat on the internet with an old friend
and a good night’s sleep can do for my outlook on life in a
house full of testosterone. I don’t want to become the super
hero sci-fi killing machine that I wanted to become yesterday.

I just want to take an enormous handful of anti-anxiety
medication and smile and nod like a Stepford wife until
they all get married and move out of the house.

Problem solved.

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