Heart Pounding

I was standing in my room, gathering laundry into one pile, and garbage into another. Before I knew it, I found myself reaching for the place where I keep IT hidden. Skyrim. It taunts me, it haunts me. It keeps calling out to me. I'm fighting it, but I want to look. I'm putting up a struggle, but it's winning. In fact, it has already won, I'm just prolonging its victory, and my own damnation.