On Saturday we sat around eating heavily and then hung out to play Wii until all odd hours of the night. So this morning you would think that I would sleep in. Not happening. I was up early. I've been reading a lot lately so I started Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors. Only to discover that I have actually read it at some point in my not too distant past. I just assumed that I hadn't read it because I hadn't bought it yet.
And now I'm sitting outside again blogging, just like last night, trying to avoid being inside and playing World of Warcraft. It's not that I don't love the game. I'm just in an area where I die regularly and I don't enjoy that part. So far, since I have been in outlands, I have had to run for my body 10 times. That may be more times then I have done since I started the game. The experience is good, the loot is great, and the area is beautiful. I'm just tired of dying regularly.
And this is the shameful part. I feel guilty when I play. The game takes up hours. Those are hours that I don't get anything else done. Lately I feel bad just sitting down for a movie. I feel like I should be getting something else done. I occasionally drag out my knitting so I won't feel like I'm wasting time. Plus I feel guilty that the cat is not getting attention, that my housework is not getting done, and that I'm not writing. One of things I love most about my lifestyle is the relaxation it offers. But lately that has been mixed with restlessness. I feel like I should be doing more. I should be reading more, writing more, creating more. But most likely I'll just log on and lose four or five hours. And wish I could write like Neil Gaiman.
Guilt sucks.
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