Cold Turkey

I haven't played any computer games since Thursday afternoon. Sad that I'm charting this, no? I'll take my victories where I can get them. It's amazing how many times I've started to open a game, but then stopped myself. It is kind of like a drug, I think, although never having had any physical addictions, I'm not sure. I've tried to stop before, but then I'll say, "oh, I'll just play one, no, two games. Wait, I'll play for 20 minutes, or OK, I can play a half hour, but no more." Two hours later, G has been in bed for an hour, my eyes are so dry I can't blink, my cats are starving, and I'm saying "this is the ABSOLUTE last game tonight". Sometimes I'll burn myself out on a game, and then learn another, and so the cycle begins again. I asked myself sometime last year, "if I were looking back over my life, would I want to sit and watch myself play those games again? Are those my proudest moments?" Well, sure, when I get my personal high score... It must stop. It makes me sad when I think how much time I've wasted on that crap. I'm not geting any younger, and I can't get my time back. And so, another fresh start--5 days and counting!