I finally found a job that doesn’t make me completely miserable and pays fairly well, and it only took me until I was 34.

Wrong on both counts, friendo.

Smoke em if ya got em, kiddo.

The word “panacea” is so cool.

Who better to answer this question than TheFeatureCreature?

Goddamn, I hope it doesn’t get worse that it is right now.

I’m arguably even more unhappy at home.

I’m not capable of providing value to anyone. Not my kids, not my soon-to-be ex wife, not my employer. I’m nothing but a drain on everyone in my life and when I die, I will do it penniless and alone.

The skin will eventually turn blue as well, once they die from the entirety preventable diseases that they refuse to vaccinate for.

I never touch the stuff.

This is all true, but I refuse to take off my nostalgia colored glasses.

FFIX is the best game in the franchise and I’ll die on that hill.

Obligatory HAIL SATAN

That’ll never work. You gotta say it in elvish.