I wake up in cold sweats at night with the sound of swords clashing and unbridled teamspeak homosexuality ringing in my ears. Turning to my dusty computer I reach out a hand "maybe just a game of dota 2 with the brahs, call in sick, you can take the day off". But a chill creeps up my spine. I start to feel nauseous...I barely make it to the bathroom sink before losing control of all bodily functions. As I lay on the cold tile covered in my own feces, urine, and vomit I writhe in agony for hours before eventually losing consciousness.
I don't know if I ever will be ready to undertake such a task.