Beware Of False Prophets.

Now Trump has really gone and done it: he's erected a golden idol statue of himself for his devotees to worship, like the golden calf idol in the Bible and we've been warned "Beware of false prophets."

Not to mention the ban on idol worship.

I swear, that guy really must  be the Anti-Christ!!!!!

Yesterday the recycling guys also left a bin behind they didn't pick up just  like last week. We had 4 bins put out as did next-door and they left one of theirs behind as well, making me wonder if they have a new limit now of 3 bins per household per week or are they just being lazy bastards? I also heard Stairway To Heaven  and saw my Angel Bird again yesterday and yesterday and today my abdomenal pain is still soooooo baaaad and my stomach is nauseated as well and hopefully I'll die soon too since most people in our family die in May. I also had that painful burning deep in the middle of my chest again yesterday as well but I also ate a spicy Indian chatpati so it was likely just  bad indigestion but if it is an imminent heart-attack my last words memorialized will be "F*ck Trump!"

I also still whisper "Goodnight" every night to Buddy even though he's been gone a year now, hoping he can still hear me on the Other Side and I just finished my last Easter stash chocolate yesterday and for the past 2 mornings when I first wake up I smelled the gross smells of skunk and coffee even though no one else did so maybe I really do have a brain tumour or something? I also wonder if having kids was so awful(as well as all the trauma, worry, and stress) is just because I had them with the wrong person, because my kids are horrible, or because I was just simply ill-equipped and overwhelmed, or all of the above, and I also have to just accept the fact that I'm autistic and bipolar and people don't like me.

It was exhausting and overwhelming. And yet, again and again, God met us right where we were.-Miriam Hassova