Last entry was about fantasy vs. reality, which is funny since I've been living in a fantasy world for a couple of weeks now. Only it's not relationship fantasy...ACTUAL fantasy. My man had been talking about Skyrim for awhile, so I got it for him for Christmas. Being a D&D and Everquest fan (I do so miss playing) I wanted to watch him play so I could see exactly what all the fuss was about. Well, it looked like so much fun that I ran out and bought myself a copy. It's been arrows in the knee, sweet rolls, and curved swords ever since. I'm absolutely addicted, which is bad because I so didn't need another time sink. But alas, I am Dragonborn, I have a duty to Skyrim. Heh.
So I admitted to my shrink the other day how my nights are now spent slaying dragons, brewing potions, and exploring dungeons. Unless my man is over, then we take turns. :-) She told me that with all the stress in my life right now and with how much I take care of other people, this new addiction is not only understandable, but helpful. So there!
Yes, I should be writing. I know this. And I will get back to it. I will. I just need some time to unwind in a world where I can blast motherfuckers with magic flames. It's actually brought my stress level down a bit, which was necessary. So, I'll see you on the other side of Skyrim once I take care of this pesky dragon problem. Until then, divine smile upon you, my friends.