Nah yeah: Waking up at 7.30pm, giving me so many hours of potential productivity on a Sunday.

Yeah nah: Spending most of that potential productivity time watching old Britney Spears video clips on YouTube, and feeling incredibly inadequate. Britney had become an international superstar by 17, while I the only thing I had achieved by that age was the knowledge that extreme side fringes aren’t a great idea. At 23, instead of being a multi Grammy winner, I have become the person who dedicates a whole day to a former child star. Because this has transcended idle watching, now I’ve hit the obsessive researching phase. So far I’ve Googled:

“Does Melissa Joan Hart have a lazy eye?”

“Britney Spears wedding tracksuit”

and

“How old was Britney Spears when she shaved her head?”

Apparently she shaved her head at 26, which means that if I’m charting my life using the Britney Spears Life Events Scale (which everyone should be), I have three years to to go through a downward spiral and then a few more after that to put myself spectacularly back together and buy a mansion with a golf course. I’m also supposed to have killer abs right now and have frenched Madonna. Hmm.