Damn it. I don’t really even *like* Spider Solitaire.
So why have I been playing it for three days straight?
Okay, I went and did some fieldwork today, though it was of the less-productive kind. But otherwise? I’ve done nothing, and my list of things to do keeps getting bigger, and I just sit here clicking “new game” and feeling the self-loathing welling up.
I keep telling myself that if I keep playing until I’m really, seriously, annoyed with myself, I’ll actually do some work. This sort of happened the other day, actually–I played Spider for hours the night before, then got up in the morning and actually wrote a tiny bit of Chapter One.
Which is bad, of course, because it just reinforces this horrible pattern.