being in the industry I work in, its very stressfull and seconds mean everything. No, I'm not a nucealr scientist, my tail would have to be icky neon green, but the time inbetween I get a "command" and it goes "there" affects the whole mood of my job. So I take prescribed drugs! Well, I forgot today and a roller coaster of emotions came to me and it sucked... god forbid I live in reality, pretending to be a skunk with a horsecock addiction. In fantasy, I'm ok with it. But when it bleeds over to reality and I realize, at my age, I'm too old for such antics that do not go along with my life long goals to make a fetus rocket out of a vagina... I get frumpy. I'm blaming you Gideon!