Oh where oh where has my little time gone

I'm afraid I'm sinking into that torrential monotony of daily working student life, where time becomes nothing more than a measure of remaining / pending daylight and its once-numerical measurement is replaced by due dates and class schedules.

The height of these past couple of days is easily Pyro and I planning out our trip to Seattle next Spring. The second-best height would be defeating the Elite Four and Gary in FireRed, finally completing that which should have been done in my childhood. These events have made me realize a couple of things.

That I seem to be trying to catch up on the childhood I've missed in the most socially-acceptable of ways. And that the only events and people and devices which make me truly happy are nowhere near me in real life.

I thought I was getting this escapism thing under control. Turns out I've just learned to intensify it in a non-life-obstructing manner.

Better than nothing. Better than the alternative.

NSIW I and I are apparently on non-speaking terms. I've been put constantly in charge of monitoring my brothers' homework sessions in spite of how much or how little sleep I have beneath my belt. Mother is more and more on edge every time I see her.

I miss writing.