It is 3:37 in the morning. I am now wide awake and so damned angry I think it is entirely possible for me to explode. The last two weeks have been a living HELL. My apartment has been over run with fleas. Filthy, Nasty, Creepy FLEAS. I spent a small fortune on flea killers that didnt work. Ive spent days covering the carpet with salt and 24 hours later vacuuming it up.... just so I can do it again. That didnt work. The fleas are eating me up. And then..... tonight my stinking, asshole cat SHIT and pissed in my bed..... While I was sleeping in it. WHAT THE HELL??????????? So now I have a comforter, a blanket, a set of sheets (the only set of sheets that I own.) and a bed pad that reeks of pee and poop. OH and lets not forget my nightgown that she managed to soak also. AND NO WASHING MACHINE. I dont have money to go to the laundry mat. For that matter..... I dont have a way to haul it to the laundry mat. The situation has reached the point that I am finding it real hard to believe that My God will supply my need. or the He will never leave me or forsake me. I feel forsaken. My need has not been supplied. My bank account is empty. My refrigerator is empty. My pantry is empty. OH..... BUT my house is full.... FULL OF FLEAS!!!! And a stupid, ungrateful animal. I am over all this shit. The Bible says our latter years will be better than the former. Dammit. Im 63 years old..... These are my latter years. When the heck does it get better?
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 08:58:03 +0000
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