What's the point of having a routine?

I've been discovering what having a routine is all about. It's not something that I tend to do, what is quite amusing and rather disturbing at the same time is that I'm quite enjoying having some sort of set rules in my life. I blame the old age (what else could it be, all young people are mad and impressionable really)

One thing that I've recently started doing is play a strategic war board game called Axis and Allies with the boys once a week, every Tuesday evening. Quite useful when I've spent a week alone in my room with just virtual company. Who knew that the company of other humans would be so useful?

Back to the board game, we each get to play a country and use strategy to work out who wins the war. I started with utmost scepticism but I'm gradually getting more involved and actually getting quite good at it. The only problem is that I keep telling everyone what my next moves are and the boys just counter-attack me to the death. It takes a lot longer to play as one round of the game takes about an hour and it's rather amusing to watch the boys discuss possible tactics, strategies and what could happen. I normally go for the gung-ho approach with an all out mother of all battles in the hopes that a good dice roll will annilihate the other army.

I may be getting carried away with this. The problem with me is that once I get going on something I get quite involved for a while and then after a while I move on, the intensity of which I do something doesn't last very long. Maybe that's why I don't like my thesis anymore.

Thus the coffee kicks in early this morning, and I shall be attempting to analyse another 500 images of GFP larvae. Don't ask. Just accept.