- Yup, @ 8:39pm I played a second game of Bejeweled lasting 6:26 and will therefore willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
- Yay, 6th consecutive awesome sleep last night! My idiot bladder did nudge me awake while ‘twas pitch black, demanding I go, but I was like, “Count to 500 first.” When I reached 500 and hadn’t fallen back asleep yet, my bladder demanded again I go, but this time I was like, “Sing my original second-favourite song first.” Thankfully, before I’d sung ¼ of it silently, slowly but most hatefully inside my head, I’d fallen back asleep. XD
When nature really called @ 6:05am, I used the pot :P once, then spent the ten minutes till 6:05am beginning 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*
Afterwards, the teddies and I cuddled and snored, me waking again to use the pot :P once more when PIG mum hit me with the eye goo before leaving for work. Once she’d gone and dearest dad had re-tucked the teddies and I back into bed, I spend another 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*
- For some reason, dad starts noisily vacuuming our house around 9am, but after another pot :P trip, I fall back asleep anyway. XD
- Today, Besta arrives five/ten minutes early. She gives me fifteen more minutes, but dad interrupts that by telling me I’m only allowed HALF a plate of pasta @ Sizzler’s and ONE bowl of dessert, adding that I had to take camera photo proof.
- After he leaves, Besta enters and asks if I’d like to get up yet; for that, she gets the Bear Bum and Daddy Bear telling her crossly, “Shoo. Em’s still got 4.5 more minutes.”
- When she comes back, Daddy Bear wibbles @ her, “But you promised Em breakfast in bed!” Besta laughs, replying, “Sure. Just lemme go empty your stuff (my pot :P) first.”
- So just like last year, Besta serves me half a sandwich of yummy ham and egg with half a slice of cheese and the bread cooked yummy in bed! I tell her about the dream I had on Friday night: PIG mum and I are having a semi-trailer ride along the highway! Lucky the dream begins when I’m already aboard, and finishes before I haveta climb off; dunno how someone as uselessly disabled as me would climb in and out of one! XD I presume dearest dad’s driving PIG mum and I, coz I didn’t see him.
- After drinking my yummy mug of white tea with two sugars and sucking the teabag :P once, Besta gets me kitted and I head over to brush teeth, after pressing my two minions good morning. Thanks to Besta who squirts out some toothpaste for me; Ela enjoys her once-weekly break.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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