Seriously.

I am very, very, very much a routine-driven person. When my routine gets off, even by a little, everything in my life goes out the fucking window. 

Normally, on a work day, I head to the bathroom around 4:15p to change into my gym clothes. I come back to my office, grab my keys out of the door (I leave them there all day...not sure why), finish up anything on my computer and leave at 4:30p to go to the gym. 

Yesterday, however, I wasn't going to the gym because I was going to Glenwood to hang with Cooper and Chan and help Jan and Dick with some stuff. So instead of my usual routine, I just grabbed my purse and walked out the door at 4:30p. I didn't bother to turn off my office light, grab my keys or shut the door. And of course, I didn't realize any of this until about 9pm when I pulled into my parking lot and realized I couldn't get into my apartment. So I had to turn around and drive to work, praying the whole way I would be able to get into the building. I was, thankfully, and my office was just how I left it - lights on, door wide open, keys hanging out of the lock. 

I need to slow the fuck down.