I hate being late.
I got up much much later than I usually do. Almost an hour late.
I went to bed early as I was tired, before I dozed off I asked Colin to bring my purse into the bedroom, as my Blackberry (with my alarm) was in the bag. He didn’t do it.
I should have just got up out of warm and secure cocoon, and got my own damn bag.
I hate rushing around. My day is shot even before it begins! I’m not looking forward to the rest of this day.
I feel alot of anxiety and I feel very stressed. I feel like I have that “restless leg syndrome” – my legs won’t sit comfortably, and my muscles are twitching. Days like this I get phantom heartburn, I don’t actually have heartburn but it feels like it.
I have a routine. A finally tuned routine, and I feel uneasy not being in that routine. Even my bathroom routine was shot to sh*t today.
Perhaps I’m a bit “OCD” – I doubt it though – I see nothing wrong with liking things done in order, and in routine.
Either way, I’m going to be grumpy today. Be warned.