Tuesday Post 339c

Good evening and probably one final greeting for Tuesday! Em's probable final, final plodding total for Tuesday now stands @ 1887; never mind, I'm pretty sure I'll have cracked two grand before the night's out! Righteo, just briefly, probable final, final events for Tuesday?

• After dearest dad retucked me and Shirley into bed, kissed me bye and left for his hard day's work, Shirley and I cuddled and snored, me waking for the pot :P again about one hour later. PIG mum begins her daily a-THUMPING around shortly after that; after she's let herself into my room to hit me exceedingly slightly with both the bra strap and tee I give myself fifteen more minutes and then get myself mostly independently kitted.
• PIG mum comes back to help with Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE :( me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for just one tinkle, coming out when I realise I feel like doing a stinky unspeakable.
• Breakfast was one of those porridge buns PIG mum had spent last night baking, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and one smaller mug of water. 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 finished, I walk myself slowly and safely to the loo, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.  There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also leaning fully 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!
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