Is this all there is to life?

I come home from work, sit around the house and wait for night, maybe playing a little Warcraft and feeling extremely lonely because I still have to play that alone, even though there are probably thousands of people on the same server at the same time I am.

Then I get up the next day, go to work, and come back home to the same boring routine.

All through the week, I can't wait for the weekend. I don't know why I'm anticipating it so much, because there is nothing for me to do except wait on the next Monday to start.

And when I finally get to the point where I can retire, then what? I'll sit at home and wait to die. There is literally no point to my life, and there never has been. There isn't even anything interesting enough to warrant getting out of bed in the morning. I am NOT going back to school to study something that doesn't even interest me. Grad school was bad enough.

I want to take some art classes, but there are none for me to take. Those doors are all closed and locked to me. Online art classes seem like the utmost of wasting time - if that was what I wanted, I could get the same effect from one of the freaking books I already have here. What's so fabulous about that? Draw in isolation, talk to no one, meet no one, get suggestions from no one. Gee, that sounds great. It's the home agorophobia program, accelerated just for me.