Monday Post 229c

Good afternoon! Firstly, Em’s new plodding total for Monday now stands @ 3607 but secondly and way more importantly, I’m still owed TEN MINUTES online after Wendy minds me for two hours!! Righteo, continuing today’s events?

• At 2:57pm, I’ve finished one game of Bejeweled lasting 5:27. Now, lemme play one more game lasting in between six and seven minutes, and I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
• More cuddling and snoring for the teddies and I; the phone ringing about one hour later’s my signal to wake and use the pot :P again.
• HALLELUJAH! XD PIG mum came downstairs, poked me, then said, “You’re gonna be overjoyed.” I clue in immediately. “No physio with Vincent today!!” I cheer, ecstatic. Turns out they’re renovating; now, if only the renovations could last the entire year!! XD
• Now @ 3:32pm I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 6:32. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and now I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I further promise not to play again till toms, coz during my first game I already lasted almost 7.5 minutes!
• So PIG mum hits me with the eye goo and helps me exceedingly slightly with a bra before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
• 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 out to the gobbling :P table when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.

Breakfast is some plain porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast torn into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P (it didn’t really matter that I had to let horrid PIG mum gleefully force poor Ela to hold onto each pill bottle jar while Era unscrewed each lid, the pills were taken out and Era rescrewed the lid because I was seated and could fully concentrate) and one full mug of milk, which I poured for myself. Over breakfast, I also spend 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*

After breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. Over the loo, I do a stinky unspeakable, also fully leaning against the side rail and 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!

• Afterwards, I tootle online for awhile. Alas that then I haveta let awful PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to plod on the bloody treadmill for twenty-five minutes.
• Returning online for just over thirty minutes, when PIG mum orders me over to the kitchen and cook lunch, I walk myself slowly and safely to where she is, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Argh, PIG mum gleefully FORCES L me to stand and cook two minute noodles with one bowl of frozen vegies for her; argh, I HATES standing practice! ><
• Lunch is just washed down with one cup of water that I pour for myself, coz PIG mum couldn’t be bothered boiling any tea. She was feeling anti-social and flounced off to sit @ the sofa where she could watch China’s The Voice; I enjoyed getting to surreptitiously read several pages of Eddings’ The Sorceress of Darshiva. XD Not sure why you’re not supposed to read when you’re eating?
• After lunch, I used the loo once for one tinkle then climbed into the car. Of course, PIG mum gleefully forced me to buckle my own seatbelt all day; we listened to 97.3FM all day too and today, Era helped Ela stretch for twenty minutes, before Ela opened and closed her palm fifty times, holding each for a count of five. Oh, Era also rubbed Ela’s fingers for five minutes.

Cheers,

Em. ^^