Days, Time, Nothing.

Days seem to string along together in a endless stream of predictable movments.
Like im playing against myself, Because the other unknown entity, God perhaps, Has stopped playing against me, Uncaring of my present, Or future.
And at the same time, I dont care, there is no future, there is just the minute that I am in now, Just this minute, until it passes to the next...and the next.
I wont hope for anything life altering, I wont hold my breath for some kind of good news, I wont look forward to the next day wondering if it holds some sort of surprise for me.
I wonder how long I can live like this, If I get good at this void emotion, Quite a while I guess.
But how long do I want to live like this?