It's barely half eight and I've already been up, showered, dressed and drinking coffee for a good fourty five minutes. I've made a list of the things I need to do today, and now I'm sitting around impatiently waiting to tick off the first item: electrician.
I know one should never be fooled by "He'll be with you at eight thirty", but you can bet your arse that if I'd thought "Nah, don't be ridiculous, it'll be more like ten" and stayed in bed, he'd be relentlessly ringing the intercom at eight! Now, as lovely as my pyjamas are, I'm not the most beautiful sight to be greeted with when I've just been rudely awakened by an angry workman (or anyone, for that matter).
I'd love to claim that that's my only reason for the early start, but sadly if I did, I'd be lying. I'd also love to claim that it's only happened since I've stopped drinking, but again, that'd be another lie.
The truth is, I'm just weird. As soon as I'm awake my mind starts to spin ferociously with all the things I need to do, want to do, think I really should do, and have been putting off doing. Then rather than switching off and going back to sleep, I become obsessed with getting it all done. Immediately.
I'm like a woman possessed by a To Do list.
As we speak, I'm pointlessly frowning at the fact that the electrician still hasn't turned up. I know there's nothing I can do about it, I know it's causing me lines, I know I'm working myself up into a state of frustration with peoples' inability to ever be on time for anything, yet I continue to wind myself up.
"Don't you realise there's a fucking list to get through, mate? Get a flaming move on so I can tick you!"
See... not weird at all.
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