As a kid, you run around the house pretending to be a superhero, and now to be doing it as a job, I feel very lucky.

I feel like I'm ready for any dangerous situation that might come my way, provided I have a hammer on me.

I feel very lucky.

I have sporadic OCD cleaning moments around the house. But then I get lazy and I'm cured. It's a very inconsistent personality trait.

I mean, I feel like I've been pretending I was a werewolf since I was a little kid.

I feel so lucky.