Ah, Junior Year. You've grown up! We're regressing a bit in our old age, though. I'm remembering shades of my youth. Youth, of course, meaning a year ago. Except this go around I've got my wonderful escape. Oh yes, the fruits of our 35 hour+ binge this weekend were not only unholy, they were downright monstrous! In other words, either I escape or the depression catches up. Joy! Or lack thereof. Oh existentialism, you're a wily foe. You're an old wound that you constantly tear open so you can add more salt for just that hint of angst. Despair, though, is blissfully absent. Count our blessings, eh?

It's really not that bad. Most of the time. I'll be fine when distracted. I think. I think too much. Entirely too much. My game requires no real thinking, so that's good. Mmmm....mindless....