Dreaming Fruition

I keep telling myself TODAY IS THE DAY I WILL GO TO BED EARLY AND WAKE UP EARLY. Then I will go to the gym and afterwards prepare a savory breakfast of bacon,eggs, and hashbrowns. I will go to the library and study for board exams even though they are a year away, and go home to eat a dinner full of green things.

But it never happens.

In reality, I don't really know what mealtime means anymore. I usually just eat whenever I wake up which is generally around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Then I eat another meal before I go to bed (yes, very healthy) around 5 or 6 in the morning.

I really have no excuse for such errant behavior except that all my classes are taped and I'm only taking one to begin with. I generally work a few hours during a few evenings. The nights I don't work is the time I hang out with people, either in real life or on the Internet, via facebook, tumblr, and AIM which is a deathtrap to all productivity.

Last night was not an exception: I went to a karoke bar, drank a lot of expensive, yet low in alcohol shots, and sang a lot of 90's songs with people I don't know terribly well. Then I went home and read a book until I fell asleep sprawled on my bed, eventually waking up at 3 pm, enough time to shovel down some tea and apple pie and run to the shuttle to get to work on time.

Dinner is going to either be a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch or maybe fish sticks and hashbrowns. I am however deathly afraid of my kitchen, ever since I saw a mouse scurry across the floor from the pantry to under the fridge. I did see something brown and fuzzy in my room in the wee hours one day and although I chalked it up to early morning delirium, it was most probably a mouse. Now I will have to clean my room, but I'm afraid that while picking up some clothes off the floor, I'll find a mouse just chilling there, who will proceed to squeak loudly, and then bite my nose off before running to the kitchen to finish my apple pie.

Maybe I can learn how to make casseroles. Are casseroles hard to make (Mrs. Gillies)? I've heard they can last you all week or whatever. Truly, I'm the world's laziest chef. But like all chefs, I hate mice and hope that the mice that are running unchecked through my apartment are brought to justice.