So yes, a couple of weeks ago I took four days off work (May 15 -18) so that I could stay home and play Diablo 3 when it was released. And yes, I woke up at 3 a.m. to play it as soon as the servers went live. (Well, I was supposed to wake up at 2 a.m., which is actually when they went live, but I slept through my alarm.)
And it was glorious. Each subsequent day I woke up about 8 a.m., played for an hour or so, then went downstairs and made myself a strawberry-banana smoothie in the blender, and then went back upstairs to resume the game. I paused again around 1 p.m. and got something to eat while watching trashy TV (usually America’s Next Top Model, because there isn’t shit on TV during a weekday) for about an hour, and then I was back to the game.
I ended up beating it after about 30 hours of gameplay, I think. But I made sure to explore everything; I didn’t rush through the game just to finish it. I’m glad I took the time off, too… no matter how many people gave me sideways looks when I told them I was taking a vacation to play a video game. Hey, you have your hobbies and I have mine.
Oh, and for those who are wondering, I did make sure to shower every day before Ian got home (except Friday, but it was my birthday so cut me some slack for showering at 7 p.m.).
I guess it means you’re old when you’d rather spend your birthday at home reading, surrounded by cats and your husband on the couch, rather than out partying. But that’s what I wanted to do, so I did it.
And now I’m 33.