THE PRESSURE ON MY EYEBALLS IS INDESCRIBABLE.
See? The stress is getting to me, and now I can only talk in quotes from cartoons. Because not only do I have to be funnier and more personable that David Fucking Lebovitz*, but I also have to be a hidden goddamned gem**. But aye, here's the rub: I'm less "diamond in the rough" and more "foil-wrapped brick that someone hurled through your back window, and then maybe they threw a second one because the first one didn't completely shatter the glass." This is the double-edged blade upon which I walk.
This stress level can ...