Well, sometimes I fix it myself. If I'm having a bad night, I think of this girl that I fancy but I shouldn't. Nothing really tawdry or questionable, I just think of what it would be like falling asleep with my head in her lap, or with her hand on my cheek. And I keep thinking about it until I fall asleep, and I dream of her.

[This is almost the truth. If the girl were Braxton.] Or I read until my mind is too tired to care about anything else and the letters stop meaning anything.