I thought I was leaving one game.
Then I lost all interest in gaming. I still love my characters. I still want to learn about their in-game environments.
When I went into full scale panic mode for my mom's going away party in July, I shut that part of my brain off. And I've been busy enough with work and trying to continue to improve my immediate living environment that it hasn't switched back on.
I might be out for the full summer. So much needs doing. I'm buried under it... but... for a change, I am also making progress. I guess I had to sacrifice the gaming to get things done. Sad. I know.
But I am making Mark sacrifice, too. I'm not letting him buy the third season of Buffy until Christmas. This serves two functions. One, I don't get sucked into watching the big babysitter box, and two, it frees him up so I can drag him around, kicking and screaming, to help me in my endless endeavors. What a bitch I am!