I was in Molde yesterday, to have dinner with a buddy of mine from high school, and somehow at least two thirds of the four hours we spent together were spent talking about World of Warcraft, which said buddy, like so many others, had been pretty much addicted by the last couple of years. Personally, I’ve never tried the game (nor any other online games, either, for that matter), so naturally Andreas (as the buddy’s name is) did most of the talking. And while he’s not too charismatic or influential (he’s pretty much a dork, like me), I decided to throw in a copy of World of Warcraft when I found a good offer on it in the store where I usually buy this kind of stuff in Molde.

Now, while I like to believe that I’m not the kind of person to be absolutely addicted to these kinds of things, empirical evidence would seem to indicate that I am completely wrong in this assumption, and that as soon as I get a character made, I’m gonna start thinking “just one more level, now, just one more level!”, with the result that I’ll be even more absent from my beloved Internet — and thus from you, my genteel readers — than I have been these past six months.

This sucks, of course, as I probably won’t be able to read your blogs, quibble over bagatelles on forums, keep up with my webcomics, be on MSN (yeah, as if I am now), blog, read books, watch movies or TV shows, or take showers. Sigh.

(Heh, I didn’t even think of mentioning studying in this paragraph, not until much later. Is that a good sign, or what?)

I still nurture a small hope, though, that I’m being overly pessimistic, and that somehow I’ll be able to balance all of the stuff I want to do…