Saturday Post 282b

Good evening again and one final greeting for Saturday! Em’s final, final plodding total for Saturday now only stands @ 883. Righteo, final, final events for tonight 9but just briefly, coz it’s already 9:05pm)?

• Happy reading for 1.25 hrs this morning! Actually, I finished the book around 11:18am!
• Used the loo for onew tinkle @ midday, chatted with Uncle Fung on the phone then went for a shower @ 12:30pm – I washed and rinsed my own hair today. I also softly, slowly but most hatefully sang 25% of my shorter second-favourite song out aloud, opening both eyes for all the important numbers.
• Lunch afterwards was one big bowl of yummy fried rice plus my third and final big mug of white tea with two sugars.
• Before Besta left, I went and did a stinky unspeakable.
• This arvo, Tina came and baked raspberry pastries with me! We also had a chat about one of the posts she’d shared on Facebook for AFES. Chatting with her about that on Messenger right now, actually~
• She left around 6pm. I walked her out then tootled online till 7:30pm, when dinner was called.
• Dinner tonight (the usual bland, tasteless affair): rice, lotsa dearest dad’s home-grown hairy melon, a lil yummy meat brisket and one small tasteless slice of soup pork. Dinner was spooned down with one bowlful of soup before I got my mobile (coz awful PIG mum was feeling unhelpful and wouldn’t gimme it) and uploaded the caricature photo I’d taken of dad and I onto Facebook!
• One more loo trip and tinkle for me @ 9pm~
• Toms: just church, nothing special. Fingers crossed Kim will come help me up @ 8:30am; PIG mum says it’s not on the roster but she won’t lemme text Kim and ask!!  >< *sigh*
• Resigned to just a cheap lunch with the parents @ Maccas then a stressful arvo @ the hands of PIG mum, but hopefully dearest dad will take us out for dinner toms night?
• Righteo, hope to see everyone @ church toms!

Cheers,

Em. ^^

P.S. Toms will also mark TWELVE YEARS since the cruel and unfaithful God so wantonly destroyed my life with the disabling brain tumor >< … I’m pretty sure dad wouldn’t have a clue when that was; I’m also pretty sure that should PIG mum know, she won’t comment. Doubtless I’ll be feeling depressed, but don’t take notice of me: it’s just the one day of the year that I give myself permission to feel down; I’m sure the day afterwards, I’ll be my usual self again, determined to always keep improving myself~