"Not that I've been compiling statistics, but I'd say that most of us cycle in and out of fuck it pretty regularly," I reply with a cant of my head. "Even if it might not seem that way from the outside." Being able to simply get things done is its own way of coping, and I know I'm far from the only one who employs it.

"I mean, at the end of the day, all you can do is just take it one step at a time," I add. "I'm not trying to get all self-help, hippie-dippy on you— I know you know this shit, and I'm not going to pretend I've ever understood anything about your abilities. I just mean that I've had my share of days where I considered it pretty damned impressive that I got out of bed, and you just... You take what you can get and do what you can when you can. And a lot of days, the best way to do that is to say fuck it." I shrug. "At least you're here. That's all anybody can ask."