Morning Glory

Bambi came crashing into my room last night after a night out, jumped on my bed and yelled: "Rach! You're not RACH anymore!"
To a drunk person this statement obviously made sense but I had to wrap my head around the fact that as far as I was aware I was still me - same uni, same friends, same beliefs. But as she snuggled into my pillow, making it obvious she was planning on staying there for the rest of the night, she yawned and said "You're so tiiiiiiired all the time."
Annoyingly, I totally understood that one and answered with a mopey and apologetic "I know."
After working very hard over summer and only getting a holiday just a week or so ago I'm totally shattered, as they say, and catching up on months of sleep takes a long time for a pathetic person like myself who can hardly function if she doesn't get at least eight hours a night! The fact that this had been impacting on my studies I had fruitfully ignored, doing manic catch ups every few weeks but now that it's started affecting my social life Bambi was having none of it.
"You're tired! You didn't come out tonight! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN OUT TONIGHT! You're not enjoying anything. You're not doing the things that you love. I miss you!"
Not the best thing to be told at 3am (needless to say she almost had me in tears, must have been over-tired) but we came up with a plan. A flawless plan -
a Routine.
Whilst most students shy away from the thought - or so I've been led to believe - that word was like the eleventh commandment shouted down from the clouds in a great god-like/mufasa-type voice that had the ability to save me from my shambles of a life! I've finally realised I need to start scheduling in important stuff (like sleep) and making time for important stuff (like friends) and just manning up and getting drunk (says Bambi).
Of course, I woke up this morning shattered and decided I could start all that tomorrow but got cattle-prodded out of bed by what I'm assuming was a still drunk flatmate and now I'm in the library doing all the little things I should have done over the past few weeks, including important stuff like work experience, but that can wait til post-blog.
I called the long-distance man on the walk to the library and told him I was routining, and nothing was going to screw this up and this was what I needed and gaaawd boy I'm so jealous you have a routine! To which I got a "Um, kid, my routine is that I don't have any free time..You're jealous of  that?"
I'm your woman, I can be jealous of anything I want to!


But I'm not being stupid about it, I know I need to ease myself in to this clever, sophisticated, structured way of life. Which is why Bambi and I are having a scheduled lunch break after an hour of being here.


Well, at least it's something, right?