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Fifteen years ago, when I realised that my round of evening classes, socialising and committee meetings gave me one night at home each fortnight, I decided to commit to staying in three evenings a week. Lately I'm thinking I should reverse that and commit to going out twice a week. I love evenings in: the promise of kicking back to watch a DVD or indulge in whatever creative pursuit I want (though all too often I find myself wandering round the net for longer than planned). But it doesn't help the depression to be too solitary, especially on office days when I've spent the day staring at a computer trying to work past crushing boredom.
Tonight was a good night: a friend of mine has impromptu games nights every week or so, and after several months of not being able to make it for one reason or another I finally got back tonight. An interesting game of Santiago and a fun game of Infiltration ensued, both of which were new to me and both of which I won, rather to my surprise. But, nice though it is, winning is hardly the point: it's just fun to spend an evening in a little roleplaying, a little mental exercise and a lot of friendly backstabbing. :)
Tonight was a good night: a friend of mine has impromptu games nights every week or so, and after several months of not being able to make it for one reason or another I finally got back tonight. An interesting game of Santiago and a fun game of Infiltration ensued, both of which were new to me and both of which I won, rather to my surprise. But, nice though it is, winning is hardly the point: it's just fun to spend an evening in a little roleplaying, a little mental exercise and a lot of friendly backstabbing. :)
