I’m up after a handful of hours of sleep again. This has been all week. At least my cat is on the bed with me. I love her. She’s such a good kitty. I’m a prophet. I see things! I don’t know why God picked me but I see angels. They are scary they are so big and genderless. Out of all the people that were there why was I the only one to see them? Did they present themselves only to me because I’m a prophet?