Of routine stability

These past weeks have been pretty stable. In the sense that, everything has just been going according to the clock. Watch. Clock. Time. Whatever.

My Casio ran out of battery.

In other words, days have been pretty routine. The thing is that, I have always thought myself of a person who is comfortable with routine. I mean, I pretty much dislike random stuffs happening here and there. Knowing exactly that I have to do next and getting it done has always been kind of my style.

But then, I can't help but feel stifled by the routine recently. Everything seems monotonous.
Breakfast in the morning, poop in the library's toilet at 9, lunch break at 12, work till 3, sleep till 5, workout till 7 and sleep at 10 or 11.

Day in. Day out.

Ruled by the ticking of the clock. Watch. Clock. Time. Whatever.

Love the stability. Hate the routine.
Walking contradiction?
Yours truly, as always.