“Skippy,” I said slowly, and almost never finished the thought. “Oh no.” He groaned. “Oh I hate my life. The universe hates me. This is so unfair.” “What?” He had me alarmed. “You’re going to tell me one of your brilliant freakin’ ideas that I should have thought of with my ginormous brain power. And I am going to sink ever lower and lower into ultimate despair until I long for the gentle embrace of death,” his voice trailed off.
