Friday Post 232

Good afternoon! Firstly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding 2877; secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘The Key to a Successful Life’ and thirdly, the spam count for the week’s ninety-eight but fourthly and way most importantly, I’m still owed ONE HOUR and TWENTY-FOUR MINUTES after Aunty Kitty leaves!!! Anyways, events for today?

-        Yay, awesome sleep last night! Nature didn’t call until the noisy garbage truck thundered down our road this morning @ 6:05am, and after one pot :P trip, I spent the ten minutes till 6:15am starting a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure. >< *sigh* Actually, I randomly woke earlier, when ‘twas still pitch black, with some random hymn stuck in my head! My idiot bladder immediately wanted me to go pee, but I was like nah, I’d rather sing (my original second favourite song) myself back to sleep. Luckily, she complied. XD

-        I just played one Bejeweled game lasting 6:03. now, once I’ve played another one lasting inside the five minute mark, I’m happy to stop for the day. XD

-        Nature called again roundabout one hour later, and once more when dearest dad came to kiss me goodbye before leaving for work. Both times, I used the pot :P once more.

-        My teddies (Daddy Bear and Juice) and I cuddled and snored, me waking once more for the pot :P when PIG mum starts a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she’s inside my room, hitting me with the eye goo and helping me very slightly with a bra before leaving me to get myself mostly kitted, which I do after giving myself fifteen more minutes and using the pot :P once more. PIG mum’s newest method to deliberately try and make my life for me harder than it already is: she now expects me to put my own AFO on! She checks afterwards, though; at least I’m still lucky that I can walk relatively pain free.

Cheers,

Em. ^^