My Daily Routine.

Updated… I forgot to link to Lara! I’m a dork.

Thanks to Lara for this idea.  I was going to leave a comment, but quickly realized that it would be the longest comment known to man, and resolved to post it here instead.

My daily routine depends on if I’m working at my house or out of it. To be honest, I don’t really have a daily routine. Routine implies some sort of consistency, and honestly, the only thing consistent about my life is that I never, EVER get up without hitting the snooze a couple of times, because if I do, I feel jangly and twitchy all day, which I hate.

If I don’t work at the coffee shop, my day looks like this:
8:27 Alarm goes off (yes, I’m one of those people that never set the alarm for a normal time).
8:30-9:45 or 10 Repeatedly hit the snooze button until I feel human enough to get out of bed.
10ish Get out of bed, at which time I desperately have to pee, having been semi-awake for nearly two hours at this point.
10ish-10:30ish Wander around my room trying to figure out what to wear.
10:30 Give up on the outfit search and go start some coffee while I check on get sidetracked by my email/Twitter/Facebook/everything else online.
11:45 Realize I never got any coffee out of the pot, and now it’s burned.
11:46 Drink it anyway, just to stave off the no-caffeine headache.
12ish Get dressed (maybe).
12:30ish Dad comes home from delivering cookies and I procrastinate by checking my email again, then finally enter invoices and fight the fierce urge to swear at QuickBooks.  I may or may not stop in the middle of entering invoices to waste time on Twitter or make a new playlist on iTunes at this time.
1:30 or 2 Realize that the reason I want to kill everyone is that I haven’t eaten anything all day.  Remedy this situation, after staring at the fridge and whining that “we have no food” for 45 minutes.
2-5 Waste time on the internet, read a book, clean my room <– (yeah right… like THAT’S happened in the last month), go get an iced Americano, write a blog post, swim with my sister, watch a movie, help with dinner… whatev.
5ish Eat dinner. Wonder where my brother is, then remember that for some reason we always end up eating at five, though he never gets home till 5:30.
5:30 Michael comes home (sometimes).
5:35-6:00 Clean up dinner.
The evening hours: I honestly have no idea where these hours go.   Some nights I hang out with friends; Wednesday night I have church; I know that I’m on the internet for a great deal of the rest of them, but I generally shut myself away in my room around 11ish, and I never go to sleep before 12:30 or 1.  What do I do?  It’s a mystery, even to me.

If I do have to work in the morning, my day goes something like this:

5:47 My alarm goes off.
5:47-6:11 I hit the snooze button.
6:12 Get out of bed; pee.
6:13 Try to find something to wear in the monstrous pile of clothing on my sofa.
6:14 Get dressed.
6:16-6:25 Brush my teeth, attempt to do something with my mop of hair that is most likely deformed from sleeping on it, flick on some eyeliner & mascara and try to locate my glasses (I tend to take them off at weird times, and just leave them wherever that happens to be, so sometimes they’re in my bathroom, sometimes they’re in the living room, sometimes they’re next to my bed).
6:26 Try to find a new outfit, because I spontaneously hate the one I have on.
6:29 Locate a new outfit.
6:30 Put on new outfit; berate myself for not just being able to put something on and wear it because DANG IT I HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW AND I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.
6:32 Search for keys.
6:34 Head out to car, hating my (new) outfit.
6:35 Discover that I’ve forgotten my phone/lunch/you name it.
6:36 Retrieve said object & drive to work.
6:47 Get to work only 2 minutes late; good thing I have 13 minutes until the shop has to be open and I’m pretty fast at doing all the opening stuff.
7:00 Open the shop.
7:01-9 Steam milk, pull shots, blend smoothies & coffees, utter my pathetic attempts at small talk, take money, run credit cards, drink coffee, punch holes in punch cards, toast bagels, wash my hands incessantly because I can’t stand to be sticky, apply lotion incessantly because all the handwashing makes my hands look and feel like sandpaper.
9 Move my car into the parking garage so I don’t get a ticket.
9:03 Go pee!
9:05-11:30 Continue to steam milk, pull shots, blend smoothies & coffees, utter my pathetic attempts at small talk, take money, run credit cards, drink coffee, punch holes in punch cards, toast bagels, wash my hands incessantly because I can’t stand to be sticky, apply lotion incessantly because all the handwashing makes my hands look and feel like sandpaper.
11:30 Make sure everything is clean (not a huge task, because I’m a huge fan of cleaning up as I go) and stocked for the closer.
11:56 Make myself a coffee for the road; cash in tips. 
12:00 My replacement comes & I leave.
12:01 Get in car and drive home.
12:13 Get home.
12:14-1am Repeat performance of days I don’t work, minus the burned coffee & pajamas.

Are you sufficiently bored yet?  And yet, I’m happy with my life.  Mostly because I’m a semi-hermit and I get a little nervous around real, live people.