To have habits

i would like to have habits. things that i do every day, things that i would count on. rituals like drinking a morning cup at a corner cafe or picking up bread from a bakery and walking home with it bundled to the rack of my bicycle. this habit could be as simple as the afternoon time in the gym, or it could be as complex as a regimented macrobiotic diet and the cultivation of herbs on the sunny windowsill. now i have no habits, my time is my own. i have addictions, though. addiction to electronic messages from friends. addiction to the electronic world. addiction to another world. but, about the habits, my days are disorientating and complex. habits are improbable. day to day is too tenuous for that. so i have a coffee at a certain cafe one day, then not.