Getting Ready to Get Ready

I have a tight schedule after work. I made this schedule up so I would get enough sleep each night. If I have any desires, it's to try and sleep as long as possible. Therefore, I need to plan accordingly. Somehow, in my stupid little brain, doing things later into the night seems more time saving than waking up earlier to do said things. So, I will try to do all I need to do for the next day the night before. That way, I can get ready in the morning with more peace of mind since I got ready to get ready the previous evening. 
    I put my lunch in a thermos, the same one, every day. I need to wash that thermos, and, since I’m already washing that, I might as well wash the rest of my dishes so I don’t have to wash as many the next day. I need to shower to feel clean, so I shower at night and then feel clean in the morning. I need to eat dinner, so on the day I don’t work, before the day I do, I cook all my food for the week so then I don’t have to later on. Given I now don’t need to cook, I only worry about eating and loafing for a bit. However, I still need to wash my dishes and shower after loafing so I can only loaf for so long. I need to watch my being-lazy-on-the-couch time for, when completing all the things afterward, I still need to go to bed at a good time to feel rested the next day. 
    Basically, I have to get ready for the week by cooking food at the beginning, I have to get ready for work the previous night by making sure my thermos is clean. I have to get ready to be productive by getting enough sleep the day before. And I need to get ready for whatever day comes next by doing all the things I don’t want to do in the morning. I spend a lot of time getting ready to get ready to get ready.
    I hate veering off my schedule, it stresses me out and forces me to postpone certain tasks. I try to leave room to exercise for about ten minutes but if I need to pick up something after work and I get home later and therefore eat, wash dishes, and loaf, then working out gets put on hold. I generally give myself a half hour to an hour for each task I need done. I have about three hours of time to do everything from chores to relaxing before going to bed. This gets a lot weirder when I have to wake up even earlier.
    I’m going to Vancouver this Saturday. I’m not saying tomorrow, even though I post this on Friday, because it’s not Friday that I’m writing. I won’t have time tomorrow because of tomorrow-tomorrow. I have work then dance then sleep, no time for writing log. That’s why to get ready to get ready, I’m writing today. I’m writing today so I don’t have to tomorrow and then I have more time to eat, shower, and sleep because I have to get up super early. I know I’m only getting about four hours of sleep tomorrow night so by doing what I’m doing this night, I’m ensuring that sleep time doesn’t decrease any lower. 
    This is what I do each day, figure out what to do the day before to make time for the next day. I write lists, make notes, plan out schedules. I dedicate so much of my time so I have time. It’s why, when I first lived on the island for eight months, it took me a while to make friends because I just wanted to go home after work and get ready for the next day. But then they invited me to Walmart and I thought, hmm, mayhaps it would be worth the less sleep for the sake of good company. But it took me a good month or so because damn do I cherish my sleepy time. Perhaps one day, I won’t be so bloody tired all the time and sleep won’t be such a priority. Maybe then, I can live the kind of spontaneous life I’ve always dreamed of. Until then, though, I’m going to bed at ten thirty because I’m secretly eighty and need ten hours of sleep, at least, to mildly function. ​