Universe, please give me the strength to do the next right thing.
Please give me the strength to call my landlord tomorrow and tell her that I've no choice at this point but to move out.
I can't sleep here, and because I can't sleep I can't work, and because I can't work I'm not getting paid, and well, you know where that leaves me.
Please give me the strength to bear her angry words and accusations. You know how she is.
Please give me the strength to deal with the unholy mess my son created in the basement and garage.
Please give me the strength to actually get all this done in the little time I'll be given to do it.
But seriously, most of all, just give me the damned strength I need to talk to that toxic woman because the most saintly landlord would have a hard time with me waiting 'til this late to inform them that my miracle didn't come.
So just that one thing tomorrow. Please.