Thursday Post 256

Good afternoon! Firstly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding 1578 steps (ha, just over 1.5 grand XD) and secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘Science And The Bible (5) but thirdly and way most importantly, I’m still owed ONE HOUR and ELEVEN MINUTES online after I get back home from book club tonight!! Anyways, events for today?

-        For my first game of Bejeweled ending @ 2:38pm, I lasted 6:40. Now, lemme play one more game of Bejeweled lasting in between five and six minutes, and I’m content to hit the sack tonight. XD

-        I used the pot :P once around 2:30am last night and once again around 6:30am this morning, before immediately returning to sleep because I wanted to wake and use the pot :p once more before PIG mum came to hit me with the eye goo @ 7:30am!

-        Success; PIG mum a-THUMPING around upstairs was my wakeup call to use the pot :P again. When she came down and hit me with the eye goo, she not only helped me very slightly with a bra but a tee also, because dearest dad hadn’t left for work yet, score~

After giving myself fifteen more minutes, I get myself mostly independently kitted, also spending ten minutes 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*

 PIG mum comes back to help with Elf’s AFO and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk over to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles, also leaning fully against the side rail and 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*

-        Now @ 3:06pm I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 5:45. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and now I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I think I’ll let myself off this standard until PIG mum finds the chance to buy me a new mouse; this one seriously doesn’t respond properly anymore! Actually, she says it might need new batteries?

-        After washing and drying Era, I walk myself slowly and safely out to the gobbling :p table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.

Breakfast is some porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast ripped into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :p and one full mug of milk. Over breakfast, I also spend ten minutes 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!

-        Once PIG mum’s finished getting ready, she comes downstairs and I walk myself slowly and safely to the car, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.

-        PIG mum tootles me off to the Garbo library for GCCW! Of course, she gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt; I choose Josh Groban to listen to, and Era helps Ela stretch for ten minutes, before Ela opens and closes her palm fifty times, holding each for a count of five.

Cheers,

Em. ^^