Dear God, Please Save Me, and Be With Cathy Burger
Dear God in heaven, thank you for this beautiful day, Lord. Today was just gorgeous . Oddly, summerly warm for January. Chaotic, but mostly only due to my job and the crazy state of the world, as so many countless days have been for, oh, ages, now. But it was a lovely day, anyway. Until, of course, the rash of outrageous calls and endless texts from fucking Cathy Burger. Cathy's name may have been changed to protect her privacy, God, but you know who I am praying about. Please, God, please take this anger out of me, Lord. Take this irritation from my heart, and please, please, help me want and have compassion, and to pray for this outrageously horrible Cathy person. I have known her for probably a good 7 years or so by now. She initially began harassing me over the phone when the boys were small. You remember. My outgoing voicemail message used to say, "I'm either in the field, or changing a diaper, or I might be changing a diaper in a field." This, along with my
