Good evening! Firstly, my final, final plodding total for Thursday’s actually 3442; secondly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding 4017 steps; thirdly, TWFT topic’s “Increase Your Pastor’s Effectiveness (1)’ and fourthly, the spam count for the week’s eighty-eight. It’s already past 8:30pm now, meaning I won’t have time to note things down in detail, but I’ll just say that apart from enjoying an awesome sleep last night (bid my teddy sweet dreams, fell asleep and didn’t wake till the noisy rubbish truck came thundering down our road to tip our garbage bins) and seeing Aunty Ann for a comfy massage (and PIG mum prolly enjoyed the time @ her house more than I did, yapping incessantly @ Aunty Ann, who was kind enough to make an affirmative sound every now and again XD), I’ve had a seriously crap day. First, I had to let PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to stand and use the Wii Fit for her for like forty minutes, then I had to let her gleefully force poor Ela use Wii Sports resort for her for like another thirty (but I didn’t really mind coz I was seated and could concentrate, besides, it’s amusing to see how excited PIG mum gets while I’m playing the games XD) and then after I got home from seeing Aunty Ann for a comfy massage I had to let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk outside and let her gleefully force mostly poor Ela take down the day’s washing for her. Seriously, if there’s one thing I’m truly, honestly grateful to the cruel and unfaithful God for, it’s that my mother has the luxury to think that because standing’s second-nature to her, then everyone else must find standing just as easy. I thank the cruel and unfaithful God that she has the luxury to complain, to whinge, to whine, to moan, to groan, to complain, and to BITCH that somehow only she struggles, only she suffers, that she suffers the most, that she suffers the most, and that my life is just so bloody easy for me because I’ve got carers who do EVERYTHING for me! I know she’s talked it up so much to dad that he thinks that’s true, too. The crappy day continued when dad came home and immediately, I had to let him gleefully FORCE L me to plod 800 steps on the bloody cross trainer for him. I actually went like 816, and will most definitely SING myself to sleep; SCREW counting! >< But hopefully tomorrow’s a better day … hopefully Besta’s better enough to come mind me from 10am till 1pm; hopefully I can enjoy an afternoon online and hopefully when Kim comes she’ll lemme off shoelace tying practice, will lemme drink white tea with two sugars and will gimme the chance to read for one hour. So it’s been a crappy end to the week for me, but hope everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
P.S. Atx 8:26pm I played one game of Bejeweled lasting 6:48 ten @ 8:59pm I played another lasting 5:58 . Will willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
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