I chose to interpret this in the loosest way. 'Cause that's just how I roll.
3. There is no detail. I get up, do my hygienic stuff, make my bed if I'm not feeling too lazy, get dressed in my Red Bullseye Satan ensemble, make coffee, read while I eat (poptarts, nature's most perfect food) and then dash out the door to stand at the fitting room and make someone's day richer for having met me. Then it's home, to where almost every evening, the World's Most Fabulous Husband has prepared a tasty meal. Then I get to clean the kitchen because the man is hopeless. I remind myself not to complain because hey, I didn't have to cook. After that, it's pretty much hours of fanfic, a little TV, and then bedtime. Sometimes, it's a time for a looooong bubble bath—and reading. If it's a good day, other stuff happens but we don't need details there.