Sunday was hell.
The lecture was pure $#%^. We dont' have souls but seeds we take to heaven. WTF?! The preacher sucked. The service--I was on Praise Team. I was scared. I took 4 caffine pills. If we didn't believe as the preacher does, we are destined to hell, of course.
Pure hell.
Some idiotic woman wanted my email address. I lost my son in the crowds and it took me 15 years to find him.
Then, Monday, I had forgotten that I was spending all day with Miss Throw Up. So, I did, amongst screaming babies and long waits at Wal Mart, ever becoming at least, temporarily Republican due to all of the huge ass loads of food stamp food I saw.
I didn't have my real glasses so I couldn't see. I had my son with me. She tried several times to antagonize him. He was too well behaved.
I tried, like I said to clean the trailer but to no avail. I just couldn't stand the ketones or the nastiness. I almost threw up right there. Forgot my purse.
I dont' mind helping her but I dont' think that A. will go for it. I didn't mean for us to pay her bills, I just meant that we could help her buy formula or aspirin, but she took it to mean that we would help her with the light bill. This---when we are having issues with our own water bill.
I still smell of ketones, even after a spit bath, three handwashings and perfumes and deoderants plus two sprays of "Febreze.,"