Friday Post 274c

Good afternoon! Firstly, Em's new plodding total for Friday now stands @ 1807 but secondly and way more importantly, I'm really still owed TWENTY-FOUR MINUTES online after Kim minds me for two hours!!

• The teddies and I cuddle and snore for one more happy hour, me waking again for the pot :P when PIG mum starts a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with not only a bra but the tee (because dearest dad hasn't left for work yet) 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 only Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for just one tinkle, coming out to the gobbling :P table when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.
• Breakfast is one bowl of plain porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast torn into it, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and one small half-mouthful of milk. Over breakfast, I spent another 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* 
• Breakfast over, I walk myself slowly and safely to the toilet, rising above His near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. There, 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!
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^