Despite all evidence to the contrary, I still believe.
I’m not saying what.
I feel lately like I’m hanging out in God’s waiting room.
Maybe I’m going to step out onto some kind of talk show set in a minute. Or I’m going to run out onto the football field and crash through a big banner held up by hyperactive cheerleaders.
Or he’s going to take my liver out.
Do brain surgery.
You don’t get to know which it’s going to be.