Because I got here at 5:30, okay? And I was going to get home by 7 or so, right? And it's 9:15 or thereabouts right now, and I'm still sitting here. Because I seem to have decided that gaming was more important than dinner.
Well, no.
Gaming. I don't want to leave plots or SLs dangling, but at the same time I feel terribly uninterested in almost everything barring Terra Incognita. I did contemplate scrapping TI so I could have some time to work on other things, but if I'm honest, I want to see it keep going, and I feel I'd be letting down the other people involved. And I think in the other games I'm in--particularly since I absolutely love two of my characters--if I keep plugging and stick it out, I should be okay. But because I've been such absolute crap about posting, I don't want to ask for a leave of absence. Similarly, I'm reluctant to ask anyone to assistant-GM for TI when a.) the game is not big enough to justify the need for extra administration and b.) I'm usually there.
General online time. Because it's just such a bloody ginormous temptation. I can play and goof off and run around and look at fandom and google everything, and never get down to what I need to do. And not having Internet access at home is a double-edged sword--on the one hand, I'm not spending 24 hours a day online, and on the other, it means I'm all the more likely to neglect everything when I'm online here. (Case in point: Christ, I'm reading
Playground Law again.)
Shit I want to write. I have enormous chunks of Dunlean genealogy sitting around, and I have story scraps sitting in my head, and even though I don't think they'll ever be good for public consumption, I still want to write them: just for the pleasure of creating something.
Shit I want to read. I used to read all the bloody time. I don't seem to have time anymore. Damn it.
I'll do something about this. But I'd like to get home and eat dinner now.