A-typical day in my life.

I usually awake because I can't breath, but today I had an extra incentive. Today is trash day. Trash day is usually not a big concern for me as it was today. However, unlike the usually Tuesday morning, this morning the bin is mostly full, as well as still at the side of the house instead o at the curb. I typically drag the bin to the curb the night before so I don't have to worry if the trash man comes earlier than his usual afternoonish rounds. Sometime he doesn't come until well into the evening when the winds pick up, making the bin vulnerable to strong gust that can easily knock it on its side. The bin today is mostly full because only yesterday I cleaned my room; and as with every time I clean my room there is an unnatural amount of junk to be thrown away. The sooner the trash man comes the better. I've already pulled one thing out of the recycling. If it sits there too much longer I just know there will be something I'll need from the trash as well. After I took the trash bin to the roadside, I made some coffee. Coffee is essential in my life. Its about the only thing that gets anything done. If I haven't got large amounts of caffeine and sugar in my bloodstream the days will simply pass by, (without my evening being aware sometimes.) That's the sad truth of the matter. Thus coffee is essential. The caffeine also helps with my nose. As you'll remember, not being able to breath was my primary reason for waling this morning. Caffeine helps keep my sinuses in check, and oxygen in my blood. Coffee is ready! By this time its well into the late morning, usually around ten o'clock. I may have gotten dressed for the day while wondering around all morning in a fog, or I may simply have a robe or blanket on. Today I have on pants because I had to take the trash to the curb. This is when my day usually begins in my memory. If I have to go out, say to work or something, I usually remember to brush my teeth and maybe fix my hair. If I'm not going out strait away I often forget these things entirely.
If the fishes get fed it is usually by mere chance that I remember or notice them swarming as I walk by the tank. If I get fed its usually only because I've fainted sometime during the morning which caused me to remember to eat. If heading to work I'll grab a few snacks, fruits, whatever is handy, and head out the door with coffee, water bottle, snacks, and often shoes in hand. These can all be sorted on the way. If I end up at work on the other end of the drive seems to be only about a fifty-5 percent chance or so. Often times I find the weather far too nice and get distracted by the freedom of the drive and end up in a park or just driving through town. This kind of distraction doesn't make up the full 45% or reasons I don't reach my destination. It is in fact only a small bit of it. The majority of the % belongs to anxiety and the stomach churning sickness that comes with it.
Assuming I've made it out the door at all, my day will typically find me at home in the late afternoon. This is the time I use to sort out a variety of DIY projects at home, as well as some personal interests. Keeping up with the lawn is a favorite pastime of mine, as well as organizing the shed. I may do some house cleaning if I feel particularly inspired, but usually its DIY. Often times the rest of the day is a blur that includes mom coming home, playing my Simpsons game, and sometimes other people. I don't generally remember much after about four pm as nothing of real consequence tends to happen til I awake the following day. But I'm assuming in those hours I eat something, sometimes I must bath, and if I remember, I water the lawn. Beyond that I rarely have a reckoning.
Thus you have a typical day in my life.