And if there was one thing I'd finally figured out, it was that your mind is something you always CAN change.

Hi, Tad!' she said. 'Hi, Jeff! Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?' 'Uh, no,' I said. 'We were just...I mean, Tad was...uh, nope.' 'So what were you guys talking about?' 'Well,' I said, 'it's very complicated. We were discussing...umm...hats. You know, hats. Like, the head kind.' 'There's another kind?' Lindsey asked. 'Hey, Jeff?' Tad said. 'If your mom needs any evidence to prove that you're retarded, let me know. I'd be glad to record you talking to Lindsey. I'm pretty sure that would do the trick.

And if there was one thing I'd finally figured out, it was that your mind is something you always CAN change.

Not, like, that, boychik, you sound like a herd of elephants charging through a music store.

He also said that if anyone did anything to mess up the rest of the testing, he was going to call 911 personally. Yeah, like that wouldn't make it into the nightly news again: WHEELCHAIR-BOUND CANCER PATIENT ARRESTED FOR FREE SPEECH.

I tucked him in with his stuffed-animal pet dog—cleverly named Dog-Dog, by the way.

But nobody ever tells you in advance when you should concentrate on the good times-that's why you're supposed to do it every day.