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I finally have a copy of Animal Crossing: New Leaf in my hot, grubby hands. (Hey, it's almost 90 outside with bright sunlight, and there's dusty road construction on the walk between here and the game store. Of course my hands are hot and grubby.) I've been waiting for this game--and had it preordered--since late last year, and its repeatedly pushed back release date for the US has finally, finally arrived! It's all mine! I've been avoiding my favorite forum for two days just to make sure to avoid spoilers, and yes, I realize this is a game with no plot and thus no real spoilers, but work with me, here. I like the get the introductory thrill on my own.
And because I am a responsible adult who spent the last two and a half days frivoling madly, I'm now going to ignore it in its shiny plastic wrap, and go translate some Catullus and Plutarch before I so much as start the game.
By god, if the only way I can enforce responsible adult behavior in myself is by bribing myself with adorable video games about cute animals and home decoration, that's what I'm going to do. Because apparently we all arrive at the Land of Responsibility through different methods, and it appears that my route takes me through the Land of Delayed Gratification today.
And because I am a responsible adult who spent the last two and a half days frivoling madly, I'm now going to ignore it in its shiny plastic wrap, and go translate some Catullus and Plutarch before I so much as start the game.
By god, if the only way I can enforce responsible adult behavior in myself is by bribing myself with adorable video games about cute animals and home decoration, that's what I'm going to do. Because apparently we all arrive at the Land of Responsibility through different methods, and it appears that my route takes me through the Land of Delayed Gratification today.
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I know what you mean. I'm doing a chapter of my coursework today, despite an intense desire to write (for a story whose submission deadline is closer than the one for my coursework). I'm promising myself that I can do some writing in between sections of the assignment. Finish the reading & quiz: write. Finish the lecture: write. Finish the practical exercise: write. Finish the exam: ALL THE WRITING.
Somewhere in there I have to make dinner, too. Eh. I'll figure it out.
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I'm so not getting to a vintage dance thing tonight. Maybe the next one.
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Housemate took leftover lasagna for lunch. I could try "kid eats leftover lasagna, housemate eats chik'n snackwrap, I figure it out for myself" maybe.
Because learning how to code cardiovascular stuff? Turns out to be BRUTAL.
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vegetarian picky eaters, God help me. And I've been catering to them for over six years.
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I've checked the fridge. There's both leftover lasagna and leftover pizza, plus salad fixings. We're covered.
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And it's true, I do cater to the tastes of those in my household, as well. I'm just currently in the lucky situation where of the two people needing to be cooked for, both of us do cooking, and I'm the pickier one. (Mostly in not being able to handle very spicy food.) So right now I really can experiment wildly if I want to, which is...nice.