It just... I dunno. Seems too easy. But I suppose it's right. God is usually better at this stuff than I am. I may want him to suffer and get the shit kicked out of him in a prison for the rest of his days, but maybe he really is sick instead of evil. I don't know. Or maybe the eval will come back negative and he is evil and will get the shit kicked out of him for the rest of his days.
I just have to trust.
In other news, I had a job interview Friday that seemed to go really well. It was meant to be just 15 minutes long, and it went nearly a half an hour. Hoping that when I get a call this week they will say "We liked you! Please come back for a second interview!" And then they will say "Stay forever!" I want to work soooooo badly... I need money. I need to pay my debts. I need to take care of my responsibilities. I need to take care of myself...
Blah blah, whine. Stop. Kay.
On the upside of everything, I am sitting in the sun drinking tea, and currently the house is empty. Also, in the shed the wall is up, insulated, the door has a knob with a LOCK... All I need is a heater and to move in my stuff (and to move out the wood) and I will be moving steadily toward more sanity. Whee.