I'm at my parents' house, and an old girlfriend is there that I was really in love with, and it's bumming me out to the point where I mortally depressed, and just hide under a blanket on the couch. I don't want to come out, but for some reason I have to move to a different couch, and resettle my hiding position.

My dad comes by and invites me to come out and do something with him, suggesting we play the children's game where you knock the little plastic ice blocks out of a frame ("Break the Ice"). He says that I'm depressed because I drink too much and don't sleep enough. I say that might have been true five or ten years ago, but these days I usually only drink about two beers, and make sure to sleep at least eight hours.