Am (still) Playing: Diablo III
Thursdays are not my favorite days. It’s the midpoint of my work week, and my patience is always ebbing, ebbing, ebbing. I had a one on one this morning with the sweetest customer and yet by the end I just wanted to tear my damn hair out. I look at my to do list and sigh. I think about a walk tonight in the warm air and all I can think of is all the other people who will be there and trying to keep Baxter close by instead of running around. Like, my brain just throws up reason after reason for not doing stuff, most of which are total bullshit.
Luckily (I guess) for me, I went to Catholic school all my life and thus have an endless supply of guilt to leverage against myself. Sure, I may want to go home and read Lord of the Rings on the deck while ignoring all items on my to-do list. But then what about Baxter and his sad little face? He’d be so disappointed if he didn’t get his after work walk. And I may not want to do all the personal admin stuff that I have to do, but I will be unhappier down the line if I don’t. It’s surprisingly effective.
The Catholic guilt didn’t stop me from playing Diablo III last night instead of what I actually had planned. Payback texted me early in the day and said that he was into it, and I should play too. LITTLE DID HE KNOW. “Let’s play Torment,” he said. “Torment IV,” he said. “It’ll be fun,” he said.
This was pretty much the entire night. I didn’t even bother to take screenshots because I was too busy frantically mashing stuns and blinds to survive. No doubt there are better play styles and I probably could be more survivable if I were better at kiting and aiming my sacred shield, but there was NO TIME. Every second there would be another elite group or mob that wanted to eat me. Arcane Jailer. Teleport reflector with minions. Electrified Mortar. I don’t even know if those were the combinations, it’s all just a blur. I’d be trying to switch out skills and I’d see my health bar dropping as Pay kited eighty more by me.
(When he accepted my BNet friends request, he said: “We’re friends now. Worst day of my life.” What a jerk.)