Run around on me, I'd sooner die without

Today could have been more productive, I think.

In other news, I like this song. I think from now on, when I post on this blog, I'll include a video of the song that I quote in the title of each entry.



It's 1:35am, and I have church in about 9 hours. And to think I haven't had coffee since year 12. In theory, this means that I need to wake up at 9:30, shower/eat etc, and leave at about 10am to get to church at 10:30. This is discounting the fact that James also needs to shower, among other things.

The thing is though, I know that I'm going to end up pushing it. I think that's part of my nature; once I get away with something, I want to try and push the envelope with it. Getting up in the morning is probably the best example. The process normally goes something like this:



-Day 1: Wake up at 7:30, shower, dress up, have breakfast, watch Sunrise while eating breakfast, out the door, budgeted for traffic, at work 20min before 9am start.



This is where things get interesting. At this point, I start to question myself every cold morning when I open my eyes about whether I'm doing things efficiently. I suppose that's a sugarcoated way of saying "I'm trying to find ways to justify being in bed longer". So eventually, the process evolves:



-Day 2: Wake up at 7:45, shower, dress up, butter some toast and watch Sunrise while toast is toasting, eat toast on the way out and finish it off when I brake during traffic, get to work 15min before 9am start.

-Day 3: Wake up at 8:00, shower, into the kitchen while wearing a towel to put toast in toaster, dress up, take toast out of toaster, eat it while driving, get to work 15min before 9am start.



I begin to see patterns on how each day progresses. This is where I start to make certain mistakes, like forgetting to budget for traffic. My morning routine continues to evolve:



-Day 4: Wake up at 8:15, shower, dress up, grab a banana, eat it while driving, get to work 10min before 9am start.

-Day 5: Wake up at 8:30, shower, dress up, get to work 5min before 9am start.



At this point, I push the boundary too far.



-Day 6: Wake up at 8:40, shower quickly, dress up, get to work at 9:05, 5 minutes late. Have tea at work for breakfast.



Now the pessimist in me would reason that I'm an idiot for waking up so late. But the optimist in me, the half of me that likes to sleep, would reason a little bit differently. That part of me sits on my shoulder during my reasoning process, and sounds way more persuasive than the other guy. "It had to happen sometime," he says, "at least now you know your threshold. Take it as a learning experience."

So I do.



-Day 7: Wake up at 8:35, shower, run into kitchen to grab a banana, eat it while dressing up, out the door and I'm at work at 8:58, 2 minutes before 9am start.



And that's how things have been working for me for the past two weeks. Equilibrium point has been reached, and I now maximize the time I spend in bed given all the 'important stuff' that keeps me awake into the early hours of the morning.

The crappy thing is, school holidays are over. Which means Carlingford is going to turn into a massive school zone, and traffic is going to be really heavy. Really, really heavy. It would be faster to take an escalator to work than to drive down that part of Pennant Hills Road.


So equilibrium must be found once again.

Dammit.