I'm a Robot

I've stayed at library until it closes at 2 A.M. for the past three nights in a row now. The late night library people are beginning to recognize me. I think I've made some new friends.

I'm beginning to feel like a robot programmed to do the same things every day. I get up, I go to class, I read or write papers, I go to appointments and meetings, and I go to sleep, then I get up and do the same thing over again the next day. I hardly see anyone except at lunch and dinner, if I make time for it. I guess the funny thing is that I really don't mind too much, mostly because there really is no other way for things to be. Every single minute of my day is scheduled. All evidence of a social life or any attempt at one has vanished, perhaps permanently. I just don't have time to talk to people. Not anyone. Not even my roommate. On Monday, I went the entire day without saying one word to her. She was gone when I woke up and when I came back to the room, she was asleep. I was only in my room for about an hour that entire day. I don't really know what it is that is taking so much of my time because I really have been more efficient with things. I don't really see a break in the future, but oddly enough I don't care. Maybe I really am happier just forgetting about the world and concentrating only on school work and things like that. And I mean that in a totally positive and non-depressed "woe is me" kind of way because I really do feel much calmer than I did last semester. Weird.