It's interesting that you ask that, because I just wrote a narrative essay with that very subject. . .
[spoiler] To start the morning I reluctantly roll out of my twin-sized, pillow-topped bed with a headache at about 11:00 AM. Alarm clocks are my sworn enemy. Once I finish my morning business in the adjacent bathroom I clean my hair up (sometimes) and go into the kitchen to empty and reload our dishwasher with plates and glasses so dirty that I can no longer identify what foods or drinks they contained during their use. I then feed our huge, 150-pound Rottweiler, her favorite food: Original-styIe Kibbles 'N Bits; anything for the "little" princess. After I'm done with her, I go to my bedroom at the front end of our house. I stay in my bedroom to relax and do any homework I may have, with occasional snack and bathroom breaks, stopping when I begin to feel my head ache; the last thing I need is a migraine.
When I finish my homework in the mid-late afternoon, at about 3:00 PM (depending on how I feel), I sit back and relax and surf the vast waters of the Internet.
While web-surfing I like to listen to music I've collected on my iTunes: Skillet, Globus, RED; Christian rock and movie trailer music mixed with symphonic metal genres, with the occasional pop song thrown into the mix. When I'm not online I usually read a book, or sometimes several books, as I am quite the bibliophile and will read anything if it is good. I rarely watch television anymore, as there is nothing interesting on after the Writers' Strike in Hollywood and the news is just too depressing for me to tolerate.
After about 5:00 or 6:00 Mom (or sometimes myself) begins making dinner. We don't have any schedule "meal x" night; it's just food, after all, and doesn't need to be so. . . .routine.
After dinner I return to my sanctuary (er. . . bedroom) and fool around some more, listening to music, arguing with idiots, and occasionally watching a YouTube video if I feel like it. I go to the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower at about 8:00 PM every day.
While I know I'm not supposed to, I go to bed very late, sometimes as late as 1:00 in the morning, since I have also been diagnosed with insomnia in the past. I no longer take medication for it, though I probably should, so it is difficult for me to fall asleep and stay asleep.Once I say my nightly prayer I turn off my lights and get into bed. As I lay in a bed of dirty blue sheets, I stay awake for another hour or so, just tossing and turning in the dark, trying to make myself dose off before finally drifting to sleep, where I quietly wait for the next day. [/spoiler]
Edited for personal purposes. The original has more unnecessary detail. >.> So if it appears poorly written, it's because some bits have been left out.
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