I'm trying to imagine you with a personality. Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you weren't asleep. I can't remember if I'm the good twin or the evil one. I just want revenge. Chaos, panic, and disorder - my work here is done.
Earth is full.
I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert. But personally I prefer Golf. You miss the ball much closer than you used to. This golf is a funny game. He probably can't count past ten.