I’ve burnt myself out on video games. Only for the moment, though, of course. It’s happened about three times before.
I play video games compulsively. I love them, but I play them when I don’t want to, I play them when I know that I don’t need to, and I’ve played them to the point of resenting them. I also play them despite whatever obligations and responsibilities I have, that I must and/or want to fulfill.
And today, having made a decision to pinch pennies as much as possible until I get a job, I’m bored with them. /All/ of them.
Will this mood pass? Of course. What will I do in the mean-time? I’m going to read a motherfucking book or two— something I wish I had the willpower to do more often.
Later, doods. I’m gonna read a fucking leather-bound, illustrated edition of the Complete Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
