Thursday, February 8

routines

i hate routine; to me it means mundane, boring existence, something that never changes, and thus will force me into an early grave. routines bother me, and stupidly actually make me angry and bitter on extreme occassions. this morning was one of them; every morning i come down frrom my flat around the same time, 10 am, when ive been awake for hours already, have done work etc, and now want to eat breakfast and check my mail. and every time my dad sees me do this, he says "ha youre up early". every time. without fail. there are these daily interactions, or repetitous banter that grinds me down. silly, i know i should shrug them off, thats life and all the rest, but this morning it got to me. are there no other choices available? perhaps i woke on the wrong side of the bed, despite having only one side. grump.
ive just realised why; no coffee and breakfast happiness in me yet. explains everything. hungry meg isnt fun.

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