A creature of habit

When I get up in the morning, I always start the day with exactly two mugs of coffee and a few fags. I then go to the computer to check my email, facebook & blog. Having done this I then have another couple of smokes & practice the keyboard. The rest of the day is taken up with keyboard practice and the computer, until I cook my dinner, after which I go to the pub. I find changes to my routine very difficult, and need to plan them some time ahead. Worst of all are last-minute or unexpected changes, which always throw me completely.
Today was not an ordinary day. I knew I had to go to the letting agents to pay the rent today, and have spent the last two weeks building myself up for it. Anyway I've just got back & it all went fine. On the way back I saw an old-fashioned type bakers and treated myself to something I haven't had for years; a home-made iced bun ring. Sheer luxury! I'd forgotten how good they taste. On this occasion I made a third mug of coffee. I'm enjoying it, but keep thinking to myself that I shouldn't have done it.
When I went to the pub last night, all the regulars who came to the knees-up were there. What a lovely crowd they are. I've grown to feel completely at ease with them. My friend who has aspergers was there with his partner, and we played scrabble. The talkative gentleman who hijacks one's conversation was there. He only spoke one sentence all night; it began at 7pm and was still unfinished at 10pm when he left. As usual, he made a beeline for my friend and I. I completely avoided eye contact so as to avoid saying anything. As usual my poor friend was completely rooted to the spot, unable to get away. He told me later that he was able to completely block the talker out. I wish I had that skill. After he was able to escape, my friend and I used the scrabble board to spell words to describe the person, and had a bit of a giggle. I'm afraid none of the words are fit to repeat here. That aside, it was a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
I will be playing at the pub on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and New Year's Eve. I'm beginning to think of myself as a real musician now, rather than just someone who has been trained to a professional standard. Six months ago I could never have seen myself doing what I do now. That is a huge step for me.