Looks like my morning routines are starting to catch up to me. I usually stay up ridiculously late (i.e. past 1a.m) and then try to get myself out of bed around 5:30a.m. At this point I’m straining to keep focused, get in the shower, strain to make myself leave the scalding hot water that feels fantastic, and then fight to make myself get into the cold truck to drive to work on time.
I’m an extreme pain in the butt to get motivated in the mornings, and that’s no exception on weekends when I slumber like a drugged wild bear after wandering into a neighboring town. It’s such a pain. I usually end up getting behind the time because I’ll spend twenty minutes in the shower easily just with my head placed dead center in the 90 degree corner, and I’ll lean so my arms dangle down and I could realistically fall asleep standing there. Probably have time to time. Anyway, I then rush to find black socks, and after a while I don’t understand why at night I don’t just get them out so I don’t have to scour for them like a twisted scavenger hunt. It’s like I’ve made this elaborate maze just to find a pair of socks, but in the end it’s always the same. After ten minutes of searching I’ll suck it up, put gold bond on my feet, and wear the same pair from yesterday. I then spend the rest of the day paranoid I smell like feet.
By this point I need to leave the house in less than three minutes of I’ll be late. So I rush to the kitchen where I’ll, dare I say it, open the jug of water, take a gulp in my mouth, throw in a once a day vitamin, and run for my shoes and jacket.
At this point I’m in the cold freezing weather needing to have left five minutes beforehand to make it on time, and I’ll rush myself into the truck. Once in the truck I’ll start it up, check to see whether I can see through the ice on the window, and if I cant I’ll take a hack at it for a minute or two. From there I’ll drive (sometimes with limited visibility) down the street, and spend the next twenty minutes rushing to work to be on time.
When I get to work I start to worry because I’m almost ten minutes late, and finally I remember I always keep my clock set fifteen minutes ahead because in the morning my brain doesn’t work to remember that fact. So I always end up walking in five minutes early, unless the roads are really bad, or I find my socks. If I find my socks I’m having a good day and will be ten to fifteen minutes early.
So while I was scampering in the morning to take that big gulp of water I’ll grab three of the varying brands of diet pop drinks. I’ll typically take two of a kind and a third different brand. That way I can have a combo during the day. Start off with say a Vanilla Coke Zero, followed by a Vault Zero, and finally cap off my afternoon with another Vanilla Coke. Sometimes to spice things up I take three different varieties. The worst part of this whole dang process is I’ll neglect the fact to bring food, or money for food. So I’ll spend all day pumped on vitamins, caffeine, and lately I’ve been keeping a bag of Vitamin C cough drops at my desk that I munch on like candy. So I’ve been packed full of vitamins, which is bad for you, chalked up on caffeine, and have a distinct lack of restful sleep. It’s really starting to catch up. I sat here and I thought my brain went to sleep because someone walked by and I was looking straight up at the light on the ceiling for at least a full minute without realizing. In my defense I was really lost in though on doing the calculation for this recursive function to soft assign raw material to children parts that are parent parts to the raw material but child parts to parent parts that share similar child parts that are parent parts, and I have to figure out what order and priority they are assigned to each other. It gets awfully convoluted and confusing. So I’m sitting here in my head spinning these parts around trying to figure out the best solution to the current setup.