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It's simple, and yet very complicated. I've been roleplaying. I'd let myself forget, because it's been twenty years since I really did any, how all-consuming and addictive it gets. And I didn't know, because we didn't have the Interwebs when I were a lass, how much more compelling it can get when it's happening in real time on IM.
I did know how especially good it can be when you're playing with someone really, really good; but to have all those factors together at once? Better than sex, better than crack, almost as good as the first flush of true love, almost as good as flying hawks. It's terribly, terribly easy to let everything that isn't absolutely essential for my and my pets' continued survival just slide out of my mental field of vision.
We had a talk about this on ...was it Thursday or Friday? I forget. But we have resolved to devote rather less time to it; we were both getting a bit unbalanced.
Not stopping, though. It's too damn good for that.
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