Let's meditate for three hours in silence. Let's workout in the gym. Then let's go back to work. We have to drive thirty-five miles. Let's convince ourselves we'll live forever. Let's lie to ourselves that we are over the gangsta rap. Let's put cilantro in it so we are Mexican. Potatoes for the Irish. Pineapples for the Hawaiian. Kraut for the German. Collard greens for the Africans. Let's be the designated driver for our wife who is drunk and dancing with lesbians. Then let's go back to work. This is where the boss really cares because, he gets Subway catered in (and donuts). Let's convince ourselves we made it. To the point we think we are gods. Is he being sarcastic? No, we're dead.