Friday Morning
24 Apr
I’ve been trying this thing for the past 3 weeks (maybe it’s 4 now?) which is – get up at 5:45. I know. MAD. I only started to do it because I was getting up 30 minutes before I left for work and I almost always missed the bus or train.
So my 5:45 morning ritual is certainly ritualistic as every event occurs around the same time – I feed the cats, make myself tea, check out the news for the day, play with the cats (which I have affectionately named “Kitties” which after a while became “Kiddies”) get ready and probably still not have a proper breakfast in the long run.
To be honest, by Thursday afternoon, I am fucking useless. I’m beat. It’s probably something to do with the fact that I start at work early and then take a enormous break of 10 minutes out of my usual 9 hour day. MAD (again). My work “schedule” needs to change a little.
By Friday, I am usually at the pub at 9:30, although you will see me sitting at my desk trying very hard to do the best quality work I can. It’s an eternal struggle that never ends.
Tomorrow, I am going camping. I don’t even know why I agreed to it. I don’t even know where we are going. I don’t even know WHEN we are going and I don’t know when we will be back. Camping is obviously not my favourite thing to do. Even if it’s “luxury” camping – with showers, toilets and the like. I went camping with my parents once, for about 2 days and there were no showers or toilets. I practically starved myself so I wouldn’t have to dig a hole like everyone else and I recall only going to the toilet once.
Yesterday was full of weirdness – change. Not my favourite thing. Today is sure to be full of relaxed weirdness, but I can’t take it today.
I am going to finish my coffee (we ran out of tea), check if I got stimulated by Mr Rudd (or K Rudd as the girls in Marketing call him, ever so affectionately) and then go wake up the hairy bear that I call Roger.
xoxo
P.S Yesterday, I spelt exception like this: “acception”. I am officially brain dead. BACK TO SCHOOL.
