The oil after midnight
On average during the week I get about an hour a day of gaming time. As I tend to play MMOs where just getting to that sweet spot can take an hour or more, many of my gaming sessions feel rushed and somewhat unfulfilling (my cross to bear). That’s why I have set aside Friday nights for my extending gaming time. I tend to abandon all reason and stay up way past midnight most of these nights. This tends to be long after my son and much saner wife have gone to bed. It’s just me, my computer, and the small hours of the night.
Generally speaking, this tends to make Saturdays a challenge for me—energy level wise. My son doesn’t seem to understand the “daddy’s tired” routine where playing keep up with a 5 year old can prove challenging even to a well-rested adult.
Every Friday I say I’m going to go to bed at midnight, but I never do. When midnight rolls around (and believe me, I’m fully aware of the time), I always tell myself: “I’ll just finish up this quest and call it quits.” But without fail, I always find something else to do. My mind offers up: “Come on, it’s the weekend. You’ve managed to make it through another week. You’ve earned this time. Enjoy it.” And I always do.
However, there doesn’t seem to be much more than a blink or two between the time I stumble into bed late Friday night (read: Saturday morning) and when my son launches into our bedroom bright and early, bursting with energy and excited for what Saturday will bring. That’s when I lay there, my eyes burning, my head humming, my previous evening’s exploits a mere memory, and tell myself that next Friday things will be different. I’ll manage to get to bed earlier. And I never do.