Quotes About Routine

All the coffee in Columbia won't make me a morning person.

The trouble with living alone is that it's always your turn to do the dishes.

Coffee makes it possible to get out of bed. Chocolate makes it worthwhile.

A morning without coffee is like sleep.

RISING.SUN detected: (A)nother coffee, (C)old shower, (S)leep?

You don't have to brush your teeth — just the ones you want to keep.

Sewing forever, housework whenever.

Don't drink coffee in the morning. It will keep you awake until noon.

You know you're a skydiver when you can't put on a backpack without checking for leg straps.

You know you're a skydiver when you'll wake up at 6:30 am on the weekends to get to the drop zone, but you can't seem to get up by 7:30 on the weekdays to be at work by 8:00.

Coffee: The first peripheral!

I do my work at the same time each day — the last minute.

Forever: Time it takes to brew the first pot of coffee in the morning.

I'll quit coffee. It won't be easy drinking my Bailey's straight, but I'll get used to it. It'll still be the best part of waking up.

It's all in the day's work.

Seven days of no swimming makes one weak.

I'd like mornings better if they started later.

A clean house is the sign of a boring person.

Early to bed Early to rise If you didn't pee first it'll be up to your eyes

Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.

The next morning I woke up at oh eight oh oh hours, my brothers, and as I still felt shagged and fagged and fashed and bashed and my glazzies were stuck together real horrorshow with sleepglue, I thought I would not go to school.

Every day Patti Goss-Simpson brings four fish sticks to school in her Titan Deep Freeze lunch box and every day at 11:52 a.m., because the cafeteria is being remodeled, Patti puts her terrible fish sticks in the terrible microwave at the back of Mr. Bates's room and presses the terrible beepy buttons and the smell that pours out feels to Seymour like he's being pressed face-first into a swamp.

Imogene has twenty-two birdfeeders, some pole-mounted, some suspended from eaves, platform feeders and globe feeders, coffee can feeders and feeders that look like little Swiss chalets, and every evening, when she comes home from work, she drags a stepladder from one to the next, toting a bucket of mixed seeds, keeping them full. In

Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.