Creatures of habit

This evening it is swimming night for me. I go every week, at the same time on the same day and have done for over a year. When I get there, I will park in the same spot, or thereabouts and I will use locker number 31 as I always do and I will be quite distressed if the key is missing.
At work, I park in the same spot, I will tell visitors that nobody is precious about their tea mug and then I will find my mug, which I had specially made and nobody else is allowed to drink from.
I will begin tomorrow with a chocolate milkshake as I have done day in, day out for well over a decade.

Clearly a lot of the above borders on OCD and I have more than a light touch of that too. I will not tell you about my one time cheese price problem, or my need for cotton buds wherever I am.
I am not yet David Mitchell-esque with his alarm clock routine, but I'm getting there!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9vhfvthI2k&feature=related (the clip is about 2 minutes in)

I crave excitiement and adventure. I have written myself a list of 101 goals and have said many times in the last few months that I am bored with a lot of my life, yet I am horridly stuck in this habitual routine.
On the plus side I have ticked off 11 of these goals.............only 90 to go - (and a lottery win to make a lot of the rest happen).
Maybe I just need to shake it up a bit. Someone suggested something to me today which normally I would run a mile from...maybe I should give it a go?
Or perhaps when I go swimming next I will go for a totally different number, or try strawberry milkshake instead. - But I probably won't.