Monday Post 237c

Good morning again (Well, it’d be afternoon by the time I publish this post, but ‘twas still before midday when I started it! XD! Firstly, Em’s new plodding total for Monday now stands @ 2576 but secondly and way more importantly, I’m still owed TWENTY-SIX MINUTES online this arvo!! Righteo, continuing events for today?

• Now @ 11:37 I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 5:23. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD Actually, I further promise not to play again until toms, coz back for my first game this morning I already lasted like 8:48!
• The teddies and I cuddled and snored for another hour, me waking to use the pot :P once more when dearest dad came to kiss me bye before leaving for work one hour later.
• Oh, and I had a new dream: : JESS RIGGALL has become my new SUNDAY SCHOOL teacher! XD She was teaching us the memory verse where God promises how He won’t leave us nor forsake us…
• PIG mum a-THUMPING around upstair’s my signal to wake and use the pot :P again. Soon, she’s let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and hit me exceedingly slightly with a bra strap before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first. Suddenly, the pest control guy arrives early!

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 and 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*

• 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 two plain (no honey) Weet-Bix (well, two plus all the leftover bits that flaked off @ the bottom) with milk, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of water. 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! (It’s past midday now, good afternoon. XD) Oh, and the pest control dude shares this funny story about how he was given clothes to change into before having his operation; afterwards, he walked down the hallway in front of everyone until someone asked him, “Um, why are you wearing your underpants over your head?” He’d thought was a surgical cap! XD
• Breakfast finished, I walk myself slowly and safely online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Alas, the moment Lloyd (the pest control guy; he says his son’s six foot seven and eats like seven/twelve Weet-Bix for breakfast while his wife’s even shorter than me!) left, PIG mum rushed over, gleefully and immediately booted me offline and I had to let her gleefully FORCE L me to plod twenty-five minutes on the bloody treadmill for her. Gosh, I sure hope I’m still awake after counting to 500 tonight; I’d really like to sing myself to sleep. >< *sigh*
• Before returning online, I did a stinky unspeakable.
• Waiting for dearest dad to come back and have lunch with us now~
• Have an early afternoon torture session with Vincent the bloody physio in the early arvo. ><
• Tina’s coming to mind me from 4pm till 6pm. I’m really unsure why she’s so slow, but oh well.
• Toms: well, PIG mum has work for half a day, so she’s arranged for some carer to take me out to UQ physio then to Aunty Ann’s for a comfy massage!

Cheers,
Em. ^^