Wooster, Coffee and a Cold

I've had a rather relaxed day. After sleeping in to a decent hour, not too late, I did a little work--"business"--and went into town to run errands. It all sounds very grown up, but I suppose that's what distinguishes independent from irresponsible. One of these errands was to pick up some cold medicine for the stuffy nose and sore throat that attacked me last week. I felt very responsible as I compared brands and prices, finally choosing the store brand over the name brand. The highlight of that trip was getting I.D.ed when I tried to buy them. Apparently you have to be over 18 to purchase medicine, particularly cold medicine.
The rest of my day had very little productiveness in it, other than doing laundry. I listened to music, watched comedians on YouTube, and watched "Jeeves and Wooster," a British sitcom. I tried to use the DVD player and TV, but the DVD player is apparently possessed, as the disc holder won't shut to play the movie. The only way I could make it stay closed was to turn the machine off, then push the thing in. Even then, it decided to turn itself back on and open up again. I repeated the process and it seems to be holding... for the moment.
Living on my own, for however short a period of time, seems to invoke in me strange instincts. For instance, doing laundry. Normally I would wait until the last possible moment, but today I started it in the morning. Also, I started some meat marinating to cook tomorrow, instead of waiting to do something fast like a TV dinner. I also made coffee. That, however, is not so unusual a habit.
One more strange instinct is now asserting itself on me--to go to bed before midnight. And I might just do it too.