Even worse, it’s an hour or two past midnight on new years eve and my social battery is flat, but the guests aren’t leaving. Yawning and checking my wrist watch doesn’t help. Cleaning the kitchen doesn’t help. What do?

I first read it as “mechanical debt” (probably because of the gear-shaped figure), and had an existential crisis for a few milliseconds. I need to take my car to the shop as soon as I can afford it.

The mirror is how you see yourself. The camera is how you’re seen by others.

but the world ends when you show a tit on screen

Speaking of, I think my world started with seeing a casual Beverly D’Angelo tiddie in one of the National Lampoon vacation movies.