As I sit here watching football, while Dad sleeps in the chair next to me, I think about the conversation I've just had. It's not unique. It's not special. It's not anything that hasn't happened a hundred times in the past year. But it keeps me going. I can laugh. I can cry. I can be dumbfounded. I can think in ways I don't usually do. But what's most important is that it keeps me going in a time of a lot of nothing. I'm not going to school, I'm searching for jobs, and yet, somehow I still have a smile on my face, and this girl knows how to do it.