Ladies and gentlemen, Tim Minchin. I’m going to see him perform in September (I might even write you a review) but the reason I posted this video is because, like most good humour, it’s based on truth. Last night, like Tim, I too “decided that my life would be immediately improved by a carefully written list of short-term goals.”

This time however, I’m going to attempt to complete the tasks instead of waiting three months and then rediscovering the list buried under the detritus of my desk. Or, as I put it on Twitter, “tomorrow I’m going to try and do all the things normal people do.” (Twitizens: I’m very tempted to type a post about Twitter tomorrow.  Non-Twitizens: yes, I know I’ve written about Twitter before, deal with it).

I woke up at 9am this morning to turn off my alarm, then I went back to bed.  At 10 o’clockish Gingell woke me up when she brought me a cup of tea and an apple (I’m meant to be eating them for one of my challenges), sometimes I get the sneaking suspicion that we might just get along.  I ironed a shirt, showered, dressed and ate breakfast.  It may sound highly unlikely to anyone that knows me but every word is true.

What’s even more impressive is that I ate cereal with milk.  My relationship with this breakfast time duo has always been strained and until last week I hadn’t touched the pair in over 13 years.  Here’s a fragment of a never to be finished post that explains the situation;

Cereal: An Early Morning Scourge

There is almost no guest quite so unwelcome in the mornings as cereal.  It looks as if it’s been swept from the bottom of a bird cage and it tastes like packaging kernels.  It’s so bad the only way we can trick children into eating it is by covering it in chocolate, dousing it in sugar and giving away a free toy with every cartoon covered box.

Only a disturbed mind would choose this poor excuse for a breakfast over bacon and eggs.

Any other foodstuff as dry as cereal would be rejected but, for some reason, we look past the shortcomings of this early morning scourge and happily douse it in milk.

Milk, another feared breakfast time companion.  Since as long as I can remember the smell of milk has made me want to vomit and, I can’t remember, but I’m sure it tastes nasty too.  There is something ultimately wrong about any drink that can have fat floating in it.

As it turns out Crunchy Nut taste quite good and make the milk bearable, sometime soon I will man up and attempt straight milk.

Brushed my teeth, bounced out the house and hopped on the bus to Hanley.  As previously mentioned I’m trying to consolidate my debt, soon I hope to have an account for spending (Lloyds TSB) and an account for saving (Nationwide).  Today I moved all excess money to Lloyds TSB, cancelled my direct debits and authorised my HSBC account to close itself on 4th April.

Then I went to the Totem Films office, had lunch (bacon and chicken baguette, orange Fanta) and wrote them some more emails.  If I have dinner now I’ll have had three meals today (aka a 111) which is above average for me.  Time to cook some prawns.

More productivity to follow.