Friday Post 237d

Good evening! Em’s new plodding total for Friday now stands @ 1686. Righteo, continuing events for Friday?

- Breakfast was around half a bowl of plain porridge with one slice of plain (unbuttered) toast torn into it (it didn’t matter that I had to let horrid PIG mum gleefully force poor Ela to hold onto the slice before ordering Era to rip it, coz firstly I was sitting and could fully concentrate and secondly, Era kept her promise to Ela by combining with the spoon to tear the pieces into bite-sized, more manageable chunks afterwards), one full mug of milk, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of milk. Yes, PIG mum used to pour this for me last year but since she stopped this year, I’ve had to pour the milk myself. That’s fine; my only regret’s that PIG mum’s converted dearest dad to drinking low fat milk and I can’t pilfer his full cream milk anymore! XD over breakfast, I also spend about ten minutes continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing  on  my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*

- After breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also leaning fully against the side rail and finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!

- That done, I washed and dried both hands and got into the Camry. Of course, PIG mum gleefully forced me to buckle my own seatbelt – bbl!

Cheers,

Em. ^^