Good Excuses For Being A Happy Lunatic
This conversation has been happening, with minor variation, very frequently in my house in the past 24 hours-
Me: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!
Brother, calmly: You don't have cancer.
Me: That's RIGHT!
(gap of several minutes)
Me: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!!!
Brother: ...You still don't have cancer.
Me: YES! WOW! You're really good at this!
Conclusion- being told that you are completely cancer-free, particularly if that fact has been in doubt recently, is a perfectly good excuse to become one of those incredibly annoying people who finds joy in everything.
Actually, given that my jetlagged-to-hell parents are shortly due home after three weeks in the Middle East and a 24-hour flight, and that my brother is currently the stressed equivalent of a stretched-out rubber band, this outbreak of irrepressible optimism may well get me murdered. I would, however, be a 100% healthy corpse, with the (perhaps notable) exception that I would in fact be dead.
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