Gambet, part 2, I believe.

That scene is wonderful, and gave me entirely unrealistic expectations for my workplace.

At risk of being political, I think that’s called “being a Democrat.”

I really hate it when people I agree with use such terrible flawed arguments to support my ideals.

I cannot express it as a single word, but I’ve become quite attached to “cause no unnecessary harm.”

I think it refers to being being out at work, or at a major event.

If I shit myself at work, I’m going home. I’m not coming back, either.

If I’m out hiking, same again.

If i’m running errands, I might have to go back out to finish them. The groceries aren’t gonna buy themselves, and now I really have to do the laundry.

Bones in the Ocean hurts me in ways that it has no business doing so.

I’ve never suffered a loss of any great magnitude. I’ve never even been to sea, though I desperately wish I had been.

Stay strong, mate. Sounds like you’re having a much harder time of it than some of us, but the only thing to do is to survive, and hope for a better tomorrow.

One day at a time.