Escapism

It is true, I am addicted to escapism. Allow me to explain how I have arrived at such conclusion. Here it is. After abandoning all my game consoles and endless RPGs, as well as denouncing my Blockbuster Freedom Pass, I ended up occupying a seat in front of an orphaned gaming PC for the better part of six months. Yet, having deemed such lifestyle deplorable, as soon as the occasion arose to get online for free at the hostel I was there, in front of that screen, doing nothing every night. If that wasn't enough, no less than four fantasy books completed as of to-night.
From one thing to another, there is always something to steal my consciousnes, to drown in for a few hours, and to generally waste my life with.

Of styli

Found my stylus, meaning that I can write "on the go" again. Got locked out of the hostel computers by a password change before I made a working back door. Tried taking advantage of physical access but the wood enclosure could not be compromised without leaving a trace. Anyone need a new-in-box copy of Adobe CS Suite cheap?