Saturday, September 30, 2017

Sunday Post 209

Good afternoon! Firstly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding only 603 steps (coz obviously, I haven’t left the house yet!); secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘Things Cut Off, Things Cut Back’ and thirdly, the spam count for the weekend’s just seven but fourthly and way most importantly, I’m still owed ONE HOUR and FIFTEEN MINUTES online after I get home this arvo!!! Anyways, events for today?
-        Yay, awesome sleep last night! Nature tried calling before dawn (meaning the sky had started lightening, but it wasn’t bright enough for me to see the time yet) but I persuaded my bladder to lemme sleep and not call again till when I could see the clock, which was 7:05am!
After one pot :P trip, I spent the ten minutes till 7:15am 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*
-        At 10:09am, I finished one game of Bejeweled lasting 5:33. Now, lemme play one more game lasting in between six and seven minutes, and I’m content to hit the sack tonight. XD
-        Five minutes later, PIG mum comes to hit me with the eye goo and help me not only very slightly with a bra but a tee also, coz dearest dad hasn’t left for church yet. I give myself fifteen more minutes then get myself mostly independently kitted.
-        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 only one tinkle, coming outside when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.
Breakfast is a little plain porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast torn into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of milk, which I haveta find from the laundry fridge after PIG mum’s left for church. Over breakfast, I happily watch weekend Sunrise and also spend ten more 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 I’d finished breakfast, I sat and watched Weekend Sunrise for like another ten minutes before I head over to the loo and do a stinky unspeakable.
-        Nature has called twice s – bbl!
Cheers,
Em. ^^



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