A broken, infected molar has ruined pretty much my whole week. The antibiotics finally started kicking the infection’s buttocks last night, and this morning is the first morning I haven’t woken up in pain. Tomorrow morning I’m scheduled to have what remains of the tooth extracted.
My love’s future-ex showed up in town last night, unexpectedly, and she is not happy about that at all. Whenever he shows up, there is an air of dread. I know I’m biased but the man is evil — you never know what mean, evil, spiteful thing he’s going to do next. What makes it worse is that he’s so charming that he fools most people into thinking he’s a total prince, and he’s so good at controlling that he can even convince people who know better that he’s a prince.
The secret seems to be, if you say something over and over and over, bombarding people with what you’re saying, they’ll start to believe it. Even worse, they’ll start disbelieving in themselves.
One can argue that’s exactly what certain members of our government and news media do. To us.
–George Orwell’s 1984