Routines

While my schedule is anything but ordinary, I've come to appreciate the routine that I am normally in. I was off this past weekend, and it has totally screwed me up. I'm not sure what day it is, or what I should be doing. I didn't know what to do on the weekend. I was supposed to meet up with some friends from work who were in town and off, but since of the guys they're with is an ass, they never made it. (Not even a phone call after waiting for hours for him)

I haven't followed my usual laundry packing/routine. I don't really have a good mental idea of where I am in relation to being able to travel tomorrow morning. Typically when I come home on Mondays, I know i have 3 more days to do my laundry and be all packed and ready to go. I'm able to temper that against what I have to wear over the next few days and get it all done with a minimum amount of rushing on Thursday night/Friday morning. This week, I'll be rushing tonight, I'm sure. Luckily I'm only going away for 4 days/3 nights so it's not that big of a deal.

I'm not sure when I fell in to a routine, but I really don't like it. I'm not used to falling into a routine. I liked it better when I never knew what was going on and I was traveling all different days. Now I've become predictable.