I've been under too much stress lately.

Took advantage of the Steam sale and browsed tons of games, bought "Cataclismo" and "Ravenous Devils", but couldn't settle down and really play any of them. It seems the only thing I can still play are gal games—probably because they don't require much brainpower.

There are several articles in my drafts folder that only have beginnings. Sometimes I suddenly sit up in the middle of the night, open my laptop, watch the cursor blink at the blank page for three minutes, then quietly close it again.

Maybe it's time to accept that life grows a little moss, just like accepting that some storylines don't need to be forced forward.