Heylo again and please excuse the first post; you know I still
get too excited whenever I get the chance to post before midday. XD Firstly, today I’ve only been hard @ work
plodding 296 steps (obviously, I’ve not left the house yet!); secondly, TWFT
topic’s ‘The Marriage Covenant (2)’ and thirdly, the spam count for the week’s twenty-eight.
Anyways, events for today?
- For my
first game of Bejeweled ending @ 10:14am,
I lasted 5:05. Now, lemme play
one more game lasting in between six and seven minutes, and I’ll willingly
hit the sack tonight. XD
- Now @ 10:27am I’ve finished another game of
Bejeweled lasting 6:13. That’s
today’s quotas satisfied, and now I promise to willingly hit the sack
tonight. XD
Yay, 3rd consecutive awesome sleep last night! Nature
didn’t call until the noisy garbage truck THUNDERED down our road this morning
to collect rubbish, and after one pot :P trip I spent the ten minutes till 5:55am beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him
please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I
need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the
satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can
be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me
through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy
and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my
teeth and endure. >< *sigh*
- Daddy Bear
and I cuddle and snore, me waking hourly to use the pot :P again. When dearest
dad comes to kiss me bye before leaving for work, as promised, he kisses
better all the ouchy places that Dr. O’Sullivan jabbed yesterday arvo.
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- More cuddling
and snoring for Daddy Bear and I; PIG mum a-THUMPING around’s my wake-up
call to use the pot :P once more. Soon, she’s let herself into my room to
hit me with the eye goo and help 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.
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 two tinkles, also fully leaning
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. Strange, PIG mum’s
already put out two plain (no honey) Weet-Bix for me! “Hey, PIG mum?” I call
upstairs. “Where’s my half a chocolate bun?” She calls back downstairs, “Oops, I
totally forgot! Just eat the Weet-Bix I’ve already put out for you.” After
confirming with her she’ll lemme eat the whole bun for arvo tea, I tuck into
the Weet-Bix, also using ten more 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!
- 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.
- PIG
mum rocked out to see Aunty Ann for a comfy massage; bet she’s eagerly
yapping her head off @ Aunty Ann right now.
- At around
11:18, I walked myself slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and
back, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming
hatred and not letting Him push me over.
- Whaddya
think my chances are of persuading PIG mum to take me out to half a lunch
@ the Calamvale BBQ and Chinese restaurant before I see Ray for some
acupuncture and massage?
- Alas,
it’s Aunty Lucia coming to mind me for one hour around 4pm. >< *sigh*
- Toms:
well, Feb the 3rd, 2018,
will mark eleven years to the day when the cruel and unfaithful God so
wantonly smote me down with the brain tumour and destroyed my life.
>< Doubtless I’ll wake feeling like sh*t, but will try put on a
cheerful façade for Besta who’s coming to mind me from 10am till 1pm,
because she already texted and said she can’t wait to hear all about my
adventures in NZ!
- Kim’s
coming to mind me from 4pm till 6pm. I’m still pissed that dad’s LOST my
book club novel. ><
- So hopefully
bbl, else expect a super-pissy plodding total from me toms and hope
everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
