Good afternoon! Firstly, my final, final plodding total for Saturday’s actually 1116; secondly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding 1399 steps; thirdly, TWFT topic’s ‘Are You Being Stretched?’ and fourthly, the spam count for the weekend’s nine but fifthly and way most importantly, I’m still owed FORTY -ONE MINUTES Anyways, let’s start off with last night’s events first!
- For my first game of Bejeweled ending @ 2:46 , I lasted 6:26 . Now, lemme play one more game lasting between five and six minutes, and I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
- Coverage of last night’s match started @ 7pm ; when dad got home @ 6:45pm , I immediately asked him please to microwave dinner for me! You can imagine my frustration when he instead demanded I let him gleefully force me on goodness knows how long on stupid mat work exercises for him. *sigh* Still, I knew better than to protest, lest he not lemme watch the game @ all …
- Now @ 3:02pm I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 5:32 . That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and now I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
- Now @ 3:25pm I’ve played one last game of Bejeweled lasting 7:13 . Promise I’ll stop playing till toms. XD
- Trust PIG mum to conveniently wake up exactly then, rush downstairs and gleefully force me on 50+ minutes of stupid exercises for her. At least it wasn’t awful standing practise but I so refused to do anymore for her after hitting the sack tonight!
- Before dinner, I walked myself once slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
- Argh, the match had already started! I was willing to forgo dinner, but was ordered to eat. I tried scoffing the food down, only for dad to threaten he’d the television off if I didn’t eat @ my usual pace. Meaning I missed the first twenty-five minutes of the first half. *sigh* See, coz I’ve only got one functioning hand, I can’t lift the bowl up with Ela and feed myself with Era; for each bite I’ve gotta drop my head to the bowl and miss precious seconds of the match! ><
- But Bear Bear and I enjoyed the last fifteen minutes of the first half together~
- once the halftime siren sounded, I walked myself slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. Correction: I went and did a stinky unspeakable, meaning I missed the halftime analysis but @ least I made it back in time for the second half!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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