Sometimes saving the galaxy gets a little out of hand...

I fear that playing Mass Effect 3 has gotten a little out of hand. It is a very absorbing game, and has cost me the ability to sleep at night. Due to saving the galaxy.

I mean, the lingering arse-shots, and the overly-perky breasts, those I could do without. But damn, it's nice to play a female hero where hero is the marked state, not female. (Also, where nice male lieutenants causally mention their husbands, and one overhears conversations about wives leaving their husbands for their mistress.)

I'm a bit lost right now, to be honest. I need to get back into a habit of exercise and whatnot before I die of being a sluggish slob. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be kinder.

*avoids email*