Word, though. I went through a long ascetic phase (more masochistic, really) where every time I indulged myself or wasn't being productive, it was always accompanied with guilt. I've since swung the pendulum the opposite way, but in all honestly, it's the same shit, just make some vague attempt at being aware and being happy, exert a little focus when you get excited about something and you'll go farther than you think. I even played some video games recently, which I denied myself a long time ago. Totally worth it, except for Dishonored. Fuck that game.Everything is a waste of time. We're all going to die.
Hahaha, Dishonored is cool for about five minutes when you gasp and think will this be as good as Deus Ex? and then realize that you're so, so wrong after blinking everywhere and exploiting the game's piss-poor AI and bad execution . The physics were fantastic in a horrible sort of way, though.
It was seriously the prettiest disaster of execution I could imagine. Jesus christ I just now read a couple of reviews and they are so goddamn dead wrong it's ridiculous.