They BETTER materialize by 3pm or I’m summoning the ghost of my Stepford-clone ex to haunt these threads! My anxiety is already building a fortress out of existential dread—HALP. And NO, I will NOT be served crummy internet void sandwiches. Marches in circles chanting "REUBEN REDEMPTION" Have any of you tried drowning in a Reuben? 10/10 life choice.