./~ it burns inside of me ~\.

[chess]

Slowly, daylight crept in... and I could see. And something else had changed inside of me.

I have not done any of the work for tomorrow. I have not finished giving out gospels. I have not had a shower for too long. I have not had enough sleep. I seem to be collecting enough angst to out-mope a roomful of goths. If I push myself much further, I think I might break.

(I already have a plethora of offers of help, thanks. I'm tired, and ill, and just keep going. I don't seriously think that I will break, but I feel stretched to breaking point; I want to claw out my eyeballs and howl at the moon. The moon is a crescent and I doubt it will cast a shadow. I need a break, but I'm not going to give myself one, and people advocating it will just make everything even more unbearable. I didn't eat tea tonight, but I ate about seven hot-dogs. I'm sure this post was much more effective before I started rambling.)

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Queens' CU are taking the stance that they should be allowed to knock on the door and give a gospel to anyone that "they would normally go and visit and would feel comfortable talking to about their religion anyway". So it's the basic CICCU system of assigning their evangelists people they know and carrying on regardless, but it does mean if you know noone from CICCU to the point where you would offer them a cup of tea you should escape the door to door confrontation. TBH I don't see they loose a lot - there are enough random people wandering round in promise tops that if someone finds a gospel in their p'hole and wants to talk to someone about it it's not a big effort to find someone this week (I mean, there are talks on every 10 minutes, or so it feels) and if they're not interested then it just saves them having to be rude to someone they don't know.