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"I'll pray for you."
(So far okay.)
"Do you believe in...do you, uh, believe?"
(Getting a bit personal here.)
"No."
"Oh. You should."
(Totally. Out. Of. Line. Plus now I have Cher running through my head.)
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the Committee Against You Getting Punched In Your Smug Face.
Here, have a song to get Cher out of your head.
(So far okay.)
"Do you believe in...do you, uh, believe?"
(Getting a bit personal here.)
"No."
"Oh. You should."
(Totally. Out. Of. Line. Plus now I have Cher running through my head.)
This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the Committee Against You Getting Punched In Your Smug Face.
Here, have a song to get Cher out of your head.
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Date: 2012-03-28 04:25 am (UTC)When I was in the hospital, having had a brain injury and been in a coma for a month, a lot of well-meaning people rushed to my side. It was about this time I realized I didn't believe in God anymore, and boy was I relieved. I still had annoying people to deal with, though.
I seriously want to take the next Amtrak up to Toronto, once things settle down. In the meantime, I'm sending out good thoughts.