Signs your antidepressant is working

[dreamer_easy]

You sit down at the bus stop and start to get out your ticket. One of your shopping bags topples over, smashing a bottle of sesame oil. At this moment your bus pulls up. You:

(a) Suffer paralysis.
(b) Crave death.
(c) Curse God.
(d) Clean up the worst of the broken glass, secreting it in a large tupperware container you've just purchased, inform the shopkeeper, and wait for the next bus.

I'd like as many translations of "I believe my capsicum has become permeated with sesame oil" as possible, please. (ETA: People, I am in awe of you.)

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[dark-pheonix.livejournal.com]

"Ik geloof mijn capsicum die met sesamolie wordt doordrongen is geworden"
(dutch)

*hands you the banana of inner forfillment and calm*