The Shattered Prayer

Packing is nigh on impossible with Cleto around. He destroys every single thing I accomplish, just for the fun of it. And now he’s run off with my Vladimir Putin doll.

Tomorrow is D-day but I do have a ride. Tami and my mother are coming up here together.

Well no there’s nothing licious about it. I think I’m coming down with the flu. Great timing! I’ve been getting increasingly feverish all day, and over the past hour have been getting the fluey crawley skin and nausea. Still packing but it has slowed down.

I’m sitting here listening to the shrill, relentless fire alarm - through my earplugs. It goes off several times a month usually. Its a false alarm, it always is. One day everyone in the building is going to burn to death when they make that assumption. But I won’t be among them.

I’m not sure how long it takes for my eviction to happen, but its happening. I’m trying to find a home for my cats, thats the most important thing, but this last FEMA rejection did me in. The tarot readings helped, but not enough, though I do thank those of you who were kind enough to recognise my time and efforts and donate in exchange for a reading.

Well I attempted to write some funny stuff earlier but since I’m not feeling in a particularly funny mood it just sounded forced, and somewhat painful. So I’ll just try to broach a neutral subject in a neutral tone and leave it at that.

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We’ve been talking about saints and popes a lot lately at Shattered Prayer.  I I like to keep my eye out for a good saint or pope post on the net. Charlie over at Where the Hell was I has a good post on new ideas for patron saints, because, lets face it, in a modern world, we could use a few extras.

I woke up this morning to what I though must have been another hurricane. Seems hurricane Cleto had struck. A whole roll of toilet paper had been stredded and strewn from one end of the apartment to another. Such a disaster had Cleto’s name written all over it, but of course I couldn’t prove it.

Yeppers, today is Bas’ birthday, and you know what happens now. First I have to say that, though we’ve never met in person, I feel very close to you and I think I can truly call you a friend. Over the past year through the whole Katrina mess you’ve been supportive and wonderful.