Good Morning, Chiklits

I am awake, sort of.

I am alive, sort of.

My morning routine just isn't working out anymore. New house rules involve making sure to wipe down all counters, clean out the drain in the morning, close the shower curtain, medicine cabinent, and toilet seat, and trying to do all of that and make breakfast too has me stressed for time and swearing and running into things in the morning.

So it looks like I either need to 1) get up ten minutes earlier or 2) switch from eggs back to protein shakes, which take 10 less minutes to prepare.

Protein shakes it is.

I've also been overspeading myself on food again anyway, and I need to cut back (buying too many books didn't help either). I've got to get into the habit of cooking for the week's lunches on Sunday instead of opting for the more expensive but far easier frozen lunches.

I seem to be really cramped for time, and I'm trying to find more of it. I've been getting to bed by 9pm instead of 10pm because I tend to function better throughout the rest of the week with that extra hour of sleep. Unfortunately, this means that I lose 5 hours every week of actual "doing stuff" time. The goal is to start parsing out my "work" time so it's more productive to writing and other pet projects of mine.

I need to spend this weekend getting stories back into the mail. I need to spend my commute time reading more books. I've been more stressed out this month than I thought I was. I realized just how stressed I'd been when I opted to spend the whole of last weekend playing mindless computer games, something I hadn't done in ages, and something I'm sure I'll repeat for a few more hours this weekend. I just want something I can focus on that doesn't involve thinking about my life and everything I'm not doing.