*Wake up 2pm*
Me :Fuck sake its 2pm, 3 hours later than planned, 1 hour later than the buffer and that's 10 minutes before sleep wasted planning out the day fuck it all
Me2:Relax, there's planty of time in life to achieve
Me :OK cool I'm relaxed, can't arrive at shop at 2pm when it's emptiest and shelves are fully packed, what am I gonna do for food? There's no food in house
Me2: Have your smoke and coffee and then head out at 2:30?
Me : Too bigger a risk that annoying children from school will be just let out, gonna have to go for takeaway later
Me2: When?
Me : At exactly 7 to avoid commuters, other people getting there dinner and when it's nice and dark so I can resort to stealth if needed, but not before 7:30 because I need to be feed and in position for the football match on tv to try to make money gambling
Me2:Where?
Me :Wast of time deciding now, things will change throughout day, decide closer to time
Me2:OK let's commence the daily reading where do we start?
Me : Have to get the football news out of the way, try to get done in less than 2 hours, Emails/digg/texts done in 30 mins no more, glean old magazines for information then recycle 10 mins no more than that essential, back to reading for 4 hours
Me2:Remember to not commit to anything too long term after 6pm as you might go to pub
Me :OK planning done, I'm the fucking best aren't I?
Me2: Damn straight, let's rip day this to pieces so savagely that the next day won't even dare to think of going against my will :workout:
^^^Actual spot on dialogue in my head this morning. Happens every morning although most days I get nowhere near as much done as I want and am usually drunk by 6pm