I haven’t slept more than four hours in the last few days. I would blame it on the stress of job searching, but it’s really much, much simpler than that. I’m addicted to World of Warcraft. At least I am this month.
My boyfriend bought me a month’s play time so that I could play with him. He knows it’s really the only game I like to play, and he likes when I play with him. He’s a hard-core gamer, so it’s nice for me that he enjoys such a simple game. I think what draws him to it is it’s beauty. The graphics are quite lovely, and the Art History major in him is giddy at the sight of all those colors and animation.
I just like it because it’s simple. You quest; you kill some monsters; you get paid. It also gives you the option of working at “professions”. You can choose to be a blacksmith, for example. You can make swords to kill the monsters, or armor to protect you from said monsters. You can choose to be a Herbalist, and make potions to heal yourself after those nasty monsters have knocked you on your ass for the umpteenth time. Those bastards.
The point is I should be sleeping. Instead, I am awake at 2:00 AM playing a game. I forced myself to take a break so that I could analyse this and put it into words. I’m sick. I think that’s it. It’s a sickness of my making. I warned my boyfriend that I get competitive and obsessed with winning. It’s his fault he didn’t listen.
I have a few different characters I play, but these two are currently my favorites.
As it is getting late, I am going to attempt to get some sleep. If that doesn’t happen, you can find me over on WoW.