Temporarily Satiated

Ah, tis sad indeed what a computer game does to me. I get so ... unmotivated to do anything else. I've barely considered writing any (probably a good thing), but most other pursuits have lost what little flare they had. I don't know if the absence of bordom and angst is good or bad, if it comes at the price of escapism. It's... difficult. What to do? I could try to limit myself, but I see no real point. I suppose the only course of action is to embrace it. Embrace it and sleep on beautiful clouds of imaginary, captivating delusions.