My survival strategy in the summer months is basically to live like a crepuscular desert rodent and try to get all of my outside errands done in the dawn hours before it gets too hot and this is just unfair.
Everything I've written on there has been under half a dozen pseudonyms and some of those accounts I don't even still have the passwords to so it might be difficult to even prove they're mine.
My brain associates cortisol with money and money gives me dopamine and this is the actual answer to Tim Robinson yelling "WHAT DID THEY DO TO US?!" in the Darmine doggy door sketch
It also was not a feature film premise. Maybe an episode of the Twilight Zone. Not every good short story has a 120- minute script in it.