This day is not that day.
I've been doing a lot of stuff.
Like.
I'm pretty sure the only assignment I've got left to do in my class is my final project. (Which I've done most of the work for already.)
I might need to do some extra stuff there and make it look more impressive than it is (the main thing about it is: what I have didn't take me long to get; what I don't have is all the dozens of wasted hours I spent trying to do things which ultimately didn't work, so it looks deceptively simple because what I have isn't much because I spent most of my time trying to make it more and yet every step of the way failing).
But I've at least got the vague makings of what I have to do.
It might ultimately not be what I wanted--but it'll still be something.
I've also been getting increasingly more and more involved in mafia stuff. Not just games, but the community, too.
I'll admit it's hard to keep up on everything and there's vital threads I'm behind on. (Including games.) Which I can't tackle tonight but will try to tomorrow.
...Yet I feel like.
I actually feel like it's rewarding?
I just.
I feel more alive.
I feel swamped.
I feel busy.
I'm not giving my significant other nearly the levels of love and devotion and care they deserve. (Especially considering how much we are interacting on there in that game environment.) So that, that I need to change. But otherwise. I just.
I feel like I'm actually making a difference and being a positive influence.
And every time I step away I find myself wanting to do even more.
Not out of a sense of addiction.
Not out of a sense of selfish gain, of me getting something out of it.
Out of a feeling that it is something I should do.