A (Satur)Day in My Life

0700 hrs: Cellphone alarm rings... fish for phone under pillow... switch off in sleepy haze.

0701 hrs: Radio switches on... ignore and roll over.

0900 hrs: Radio switches off automatically. Wake up.

0915 hrs: Sit up on bed.

0930 hrs: Get off bed and perform morning ablutions.

0940 hrs: Switch on computer and make toast.

0945 hrs: Eat toast.

1000 hrs: Check emails, send emails, look up bus timetables, check out Eris' slashfic hyperlinks, watch music videos, reread 'Pride and Prejudice' and basically do sweet bugger all.

1300 hrs: Have lunch (preferably cheese toastie, although a tuna sandwich will do). Change out of pyjamas.

1330 hrs: Take a walk to town.

1345 hrs: Buy boring stuff like food. And then... faff around in Primark... the mother of all cutprice designer clothing stores. Cogitate over the pros and cons of thongs, mascara, ballet shoes and jersey dresses that barely cover your ovaries. Buy nothing if you can help it.

1515 hrs: On a whim try and find out where the library is.

1545 hrs: No sign of library. Finds Cardiff Castle instead. Never realised it was so big. Head back home. Take clever shortcut through shopping mall to high street (while silently gloating over your impeccable sense of direction).

1615 hrs: Lost in shopping mall. Realise that shopping mall is in fact Shopping Mall A which connects with a new Shopping Mall B at some point. Finally find your way out. The exit is the furthest away from your destination (the high street ofcourse).

1645 hrs: Unwisely go back into shopping mall to find another exit. Somehow end up on first floor of mall B. Thoughts running through mind - "I sure as hell hope I don't meet anyone I know because I might just scream because I'm hungry and the bags are heavy and my feet hurt and I'm tired and ohdeargodKILLMENOW!!!".

1700 hrs: Finally gives up and follows group of old ladies who luckily are heading towards the high street. Shopping is highly overrated.

1730 hrs: Reach home and collapse on bed for awhile. Put away groceries, kick up heels and listen to Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes'. Maybe Eris isn't so batty after all for liking Limp Bizkit.

1800 hrs: Shower, trim fingernails, paint toenails and all that jazz.

1900 hrs: Cook dinner.

1930 hrs: Eat dinner.

2015 hrs: Wash and wipe dishes and tidy room. Talk to mum and answer a multitude of questions about whether I'm keeping myself well fed.

2100 hrs: Faff around on the internet some more.

2300 hrs: Collapse on bed, curl up under duvet and go out like a light.