Be Happy Be Arbitrary Part IV:

Elaine's coming over on Tuesday.

My sister and I are cleaning up the flat, finally.

I'm coming home for Christmas.

My sister isn't.

Let's talk about disbelief.

Can you let hatred radiate across a city so it reaches its intended target?

No, no, not radiate, more like shoot, much like a laser beam would.

Or the way a balled fist shoots out into the air.

Let's talk about belief.

No, no, let's talk about disbelief. Disbelief is easier.

I slept the entire day Saturday. It was midnight when I woke up.

There's this chapter in Oscar and Lucinda that murders me every time I read it.

I drank six cups of coffee right after waking up and my hands moved nervously for the rest of the morning.

An ant bit me on the arm and I had to kill it.

Disbelief is comfortable.
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