I am actually losing it. The summit is literally right there in front of us, but this two break will feel like trying to breathe at the top of mt. everest with no oxygen. I've waited years for this moment, and being forced to wait yet again when we are inches away from the ultimate payoff is actual psychological torture.
My patience is completely empty. I am already seeing visions of black lightning in my kitchen when I turn on the stove. If I have to spend the next 14 days overanalyzing the pixel density of sanji’s eyebrows in this chapter just to cope, I genuinely might not make it. The leakers are playing with my emotions like a fiddle, the agenda edits are driving me crazy, and oda is sitting in his studio sipping tea while my soul evaporates. Pray for me, because I am running on pure, unadulterated delusion and a prayer. I am hanging on by a thread, brother. Drag my body to the summit if you have to.