I’m worried about you. I wish I could say something that could snap you out of this. … Remember when we used to do our wishing game? We’d close our eyes, and we’d wish for something. Whatever we wanted. We both wished we could get bigger bedrooms. That was a big one. You would always wish for more protractors, which was weird. I would wish for a faster computer. Probably a faster modem, too. You would wish for better clothes. I didn’t really care about that. We both wished we could drive. I just wanted to drive away. We wanted to go on road trips. And eat lots of Sour Patch Kids that we would buy from gas stations.