Okay, not really. My explorations in WildStar have actually been rather sedate up to this point, except when I lose my shit and start yelling at the screen that I WAS TOO OUT OF THAT MOB’S TELEGRAPH AREA AND WTF HOW AM I DEAD AGAIN?
Not that I do that.
Honestly, I haven’t been able to play as much as I would like to, just like I don’t have enough time to write as much as I want to. I recently told At that I simply don’t have enough hours in the day. And that’s true. I have too much going on in general, but it’s work in particular that is killing me.
I guess that serves me a bit right. I knew I had it relatively well at my last job as far as free time and the ability to do whatever I wanted with it went. The new job is nothing like that. I don’t have to deal with people, but it’s impossible to really slack off and not have someone notice.
Anyhow, when I do get to play, I am concentrating only on my Esper. She’s all of level 15 or 16 or so, and I find myself passionately hating the fact that I have nowhere near enough gold to spend on a mount and no clear idea of how to obtain gold. I thought of the Auction House, of course, but it informed me every time that I had nothing to sell. I found that to be more than a trifle odd given that I have all kinds of crap in my bags.
So then I thought I wouldn’t spend any cash on things – my housing is untouched except that I named my plot of land in the sky. This plan, admirable though it might have been, fell apart the moment I leveled up and bought new abilities. I’ve been so spoiled in not having to pay for those in other games that I rather overlooked the fact that there was a cost associated with each one in WildStar. God job, Alas. Good job.
I’d say that I am looking forward to playing this weekend and I hope I will get some time, but I already know it won’t be more than an hour or two for sure.
After all, tomorrow is the 11th anniversary of the day I married that At guy. Given that, and the fact that I am trying somewhat unsuccessfully to not dwell on the fact that it also should have been my due date, we’re going to get out and splurge a little and concentrate on the celebratory aspects of the day. And I’m going to drink wine. So much wine. So here’s hoping At’ll keep me away from Twitter over the next 48 hours!