Hi. I'm sorry, if this email is way too long, but I've got something to get 
off my chest. The EChurch family is really good at praying for people and 
situations, and listening to other's problems. Last night was awful! I 
couldn't sleep, I got up to relieve myself at about
5:30, and the black cat we've got was in the middle of the floor. I almost
tripped over her and fell, but I grabbed the bathroom door, and although I
didn't mean for it to, it bumped the shower door, and John, the man who
lives with my aunt and me, woke up. All he cares about is his beauty sleep.
Never mind that I could have fallen on the concrete floor and busted my head
wide
open. Never mind that the cat shouldn't be under my feet at all times. Never
mind that I'm totally blind, which isn't any fault of my own, by the way,
and never mind that I could have been hurt or worse yet killed. I could have
even killed his precious toe biting witch of a cat for tripping over her,
not that I wanted to do anything like that. My aunt Shirley's the same way.
To her, the world revolves around John. "Kim, be quiet, or you'll wake John
up. We need to see what John wants for supper. Wait till John gets home."
I'm just tired of it. Of course, she thinks I'm jealous, but I'm not.
Granted, I'd want her to love and care for me, and she does, but I wouldn't
want anyone suffering because her whole world revolved around me. Anyway, I
finally went to sleep, and had a nightmare. It wasn't
as bad as the other night, but I dreamed that my sister Jennifer had another
baby. It was a boy, and she and someone was going on a vacation for a few
months. This happened when the baby was six months old and crawling on the
floor. It was weird. His name was Linda Nell, which is really weird,
considering it's a lady's name. Of course, Linda Nell is the name of one of
my friend's workers. Anyway, Jenny and I were discussing her vacation, how
long she'd be gone, and the like, when she said I was going to have to
keep Linda Nell. I'm like, "What! I can't change diapers, or fix his
bottles." She's like, "Well, Kim, I know, but you've still got to keep him,
we can't
take him with us." I'm like, "OK, maybe Shirley will help me.", and she's
like, "Kim, I don't know.", to which I replied, "Oh. Well, it's a good thing
you'll only be gone for a week." She's like, "Kim, we'll be gone for eight
months." I'm like, "Eight months! What am I going to do?" Anyway, the baby
was
constantly making a mess of his diapers, using the bathroom on the floor,
and the like, and I'm like, "Jennifer!" She's like, "Well, Kim, the next
time, pick him up and take him to the toilet. You'll just have to hold him
still." I'm like, "Oofffffff!" That's when Shirley woke me, and boy, was I
glad! Please pray that one, I'll be able to sleep tonight, that the cat
won't be in the rest room, when I have to go and relieve myself, and that
God will guard my sleep and my dreams. Oh, after last night, I wish there
were two bathrooms, instead of one. You'd think that a house that has three
bedrooms would have more than one bathroom. I'm sorry for the long email,
but I just had to get this off my chest. Also, please pray that either I
find somewhere else to live, or that I can at least try to get closer to
John. Good grief, the slightest noise wakes him. Maybe the Lord will help my
footsteps to be silent, or better yet, put him in a sleep so deep that only
a fire alarm will be able to wake him. I'm sorry, if this is selfish, but
I'm just frustrated, exhausted, overwhelmed, scared that he'll eventually
turn violent, as he's threatened to slap me before, annoyed that we have a
toe biting witch of a cat who likes to get under my feet, while I'm trying
to relieve myself, ticked off that I have to be scared of someone in my own
home, and just plain exasperated that I can't do anything without anyone
hearing me. I don't mind that God knows what I'm doing and that He hears it,
but I'm talking about other humans. Again, do forgive me for such a long
email.