Dear St. Ulrich,
Please intercede for me.
Unemployment is a drag. I'm feeling useless like there is no place for me in this world.
I have cabin fever. The world in which I live is cold and dark. With the snow coming, the roads will be slick and dangerous.
The check engine light is glowing in my car. I know they didn't have cars back in your day, and you managed without. Please look after me.
Singleness is lonely. My friends are busy.
I'm so tired of waiting for the economy to get better, for people to call me back, for my hair to grow out. Just kidding about my hair! It's the only thing going right. I am really serious about everything else.