The cycle of bubble / holy fire / smite smite smite smite is soothing. I level my priest half to help my raid (possibly), and half to help myself.
I can’t smite my future mother in law to death, but I can smite something. I like having this routine thing to fill my time and and offer a pretty platform to talk to my friends through. I do not play because of World of Warcraft, itself, but rather for the comfort of the familiar.
RL is a two-edged blade at the moment. My new position sucks much less, although I’m a little keyed up over being, well, new. Josh however, has hit a low of seething hatred for his current job (the company is showing every sign of going belly up in a bit, anyway) and that washes back on me despite his best efforts. The wedding planning is driving me crazy. Most of the friends that I was looking forward to seeing can’t make it, and Josh’s mother is driving me into a frothing rage.
And so I fill my evenings with simple pleasures.