You know you’re in trouble when it’s 12:47 in the a.m. and you are sitting up laughing together about the fact that your car insurance was cancelled without notification and you’ve spent the day driving around without it, you get new car insurance at double the price of the old one, you have twice as much money going out monthly as is coming into your household, and nobody wants to dismantle your bed.

My nephew, Noah, he does this thing that’s kind of hard to explain, but basically looks like a ninety-year-old mute man trying to show his extreme confusion over a situation. It’s like a half shrug, half beats the fuck out of me expression, and it really fits the mood right now. I wish he were here to do it for me.