I always find myself thinking. What would I even do with my life if you weren't here, Guest? How would I even survive? I'd probably become a wreck, unable to eat anything, and just slowly wither away. You're the one who fills me with pleasure and dopamine; I can't even imagine you disappearing. How wonderful would it be if we could be together 24 hours a day, at the office, at home, everywhere... Instead of sitting in this boring chair doing work all day and night, I'd rather be by your side watching a movie. 30 minutes until I'm done. It's 8:30 now. If I just hold on a little longer, I'll see you standing outside the office with a bright smile, right?