Went home after an hour of work because of an anxiety attack. Ended up thinking about how fucked up my Texas upbringing was.

Letting kids practice shooting while unsupervised? Nothing suspicious.

Being proficient with a NES controller? Obviously trained to a military-grade sniper by the murder simulator and eager to shoot up the school.

Though I suppose it was better than these days, when complaining about school shootings makes you a fragile snowflake.