5 a.m: Wake up because my housemate is still playing reggae.
6 a.m: The sun wakes me up by rising. Very tired. Check emails, drift off to sleep.
7 a.m: Restless – can’t stop thinking about laundry. Put some on the line as the weather looks promising. Get back into bed.
9:45 a.m: Finally give up on sleep, and turn computer on.
9: 48 a.m: Realize I haven’t showered yet, takes shower. Nearly slips. Mental note that the house needs deep cleaning before we all move out.
10:11 a.m: Check email and various other websites. Headache. Call my mother, no answer. Think about cleaning – ignore OCD instincts.
11:26 a.m: Notice I’m hungry. Forage for food and find out of day bread – risk it and make toast.
11: 28 a.m: Mother returns phone call, argument about my not wanting a second job over the summer. Mental note: she thinks my career is a joke.
11:45 a.m: Write an article for Readwave about Internet Cleansing.
12:01 p.m: Get washing in.
12: 20 p.m: Get asked to be a Theme Owner. Don’t quite understand the title, but readily accept anyway.
12:23 p.m: Tea break.
12:30 p.m: Deep thought about my life and overly aware sense of direction.
12:35 p.m: Start editing the final draft of my novel. Write a message on my whiteboard for housemate to knock when she wants tea.
2:45 p.m: Housemate knocks. I attempt to make tea with a migraine. End up dropping a mug of milk on the floor. Finds glasses in vague attempt to relieve headache.
2:51 p.m: Tea break.
3:00 p.m: Hungry – finds secret box of Crunchy Nut cornflakes. Sit’s down to watch Buffy Season 2.
3: 20 p.m: Tea break.
4:12 p.m: Confusing text from colleague about overtime.
5:12 p.m: Find in-date grapes at the back of the fridge.
5:20 p.m: Confusing phone call from boss: mis-communication on the part of my colleague.
6:00 p.m: Updates Amazon author banking details and tax forms: not fun. Still have a headache.
6:23 p.m: Social media check. Missed an entire Twitter conversation. See’s lecturers blog post and steals idea.
6:52 p.m: Realize I’ve left my housemate by herself in the living room.
7:00 p.m: Social media checking and updating. Ibuprofen taken for pain.
7:05 p.m: Tea break and consider making dinner.
7: 11 p.m: Write a poem about a vampire death – rather impressed with it. Show poem to housemate for approval. Make a mental note to be less reliant on people’s opinions of me.
7: 19 p.m: Check blog stats for the day, disappointment rears it’s ugly head.
7: 20 p.m: Realize tea is in other room. Follows tea.
7: 45 p.m: Finally decide to make dinner. Discover I still have pasta and pesto – a small triumph. More Buffy-watching.
8:30 p.m: Housemate makes her famous potato wedges.
10:38 p.m: Gave up watching Buffy after I got freaked out by one of the demons. Put myself to bed watching QI on You Tube.
So there it is, and entire (exceedingly dull) day of my life. I hope you were as bored by it as I was.