@ 2269 and secondly, the final, final spam count for the
weekend remains @ thirty. Righteo, final, finalevents for tonight?
- At 9pm, I walked myself slowly and safely once more to the loo for one tinkle and back, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
- Toms:
expect a super-pissy plodding total from me coz I’m not going out. Besta’s
coming to mind me from
- Tomorrow
also marks eleven years to the day since the cruel and unfaithful God so
wantonly destroyed my life with the disabling brain tumour. *sigh* I’m
pretty sure dad’s totally unaware of this fact; as for PIG mum, if she
does I don’t think she even cares what a dreadful day toms will be for me.
Still, will try keep a happy face on for Besta when she comes to mind me
from
- Righteo, hope everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
P.S. Tee hee, tonight I’ve managed
SIX posts! That’s even rarer than five~ XD
P.P.S. Me smart: after publishing this post, I'll take Wally off so PIG mum won't haveta when I shut down the computer when she comes over. See, she makes Ela lift up and hold pronated, which just requires inordinate amount of concentration. No, much easier for me to do it myself while Ela's resting easy on my lap. XD
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