Great, now I’m asleep.

I imagined myself inside a raccoon. I am now Mario. The world is OK again.

(Yes I know it’s a tanooki. Cut me some slack)

I, too, like me some good ol’ Fukitol every now and then.

Implying that doomscrollers talk (shout? sing? moan?) and doomscroll at the same time. Who does that?

Thanks, I needed that.