"Well, I probably could, if I wanted to sit and think about it and probably give myself a headache and pass out or something," Adam said, entirely deadpan. It was scary. "Look, when it started getting dark and I lit the candles? It was all I could do just to get that done. It was... I don't know. Something that I've been able to do for as long as I can remember is really, really hard right now."
He sighed and sank down in his chair. "My kid could probably have lit these candles easier than I did earlier," Adam admitted, shaking his head. "It's really fucked up, dude. I want it to be because of Patrick and Pete doing magic on me, and then not sleeping last night - I haven't had nightmares in a long time but I think my juju is fucked up after this week, too. And it started out so promising, too." It was really sad, actually, that the week had gone downhill so quickly and now he could barely light a damn candle using his wand.