31 hours of awakeness + 10 hours of sleep + waking up at 3 AM = a totally confused sense of time. All because I didn't want to sleep last night.

The big exam is finally behind me. All that's left is the small exam, of which I'm not worried. Enjoying life suddenly seems worth it... which confirms my suspicion: I have anxiety issues which manifest as depression.

Finally finished Tyranny, the game that inspired Rosa so much. It has solid writing, good worldbuilding and badass characters that don't shy away from being real enough. That said, it's clearly intended to be the first chapter, and I'm definitely getting the sequel, whenever that comes out. Meanwhile, apparently, Obsidian's other classic-esque RPG, Pillars of Eternity, is good, too.

Reconciling low fantasy with high fantasy is... difficult. I had an idea the sleepless last night to merge the world of two fantasy stories that I had in mind, Rosa being one of them. It's an awesome idea, but I've been working on the first story's world for a decade, and it feels like a loss giving it up for the mix. On closer inspection, however, not much would change, and the ideas could be easily incorporated. It's just... the feeling of loss. Like Bennett Foddy said, working with ideas is like working with quick-set cement: you shape them, and with time, they harden and settle, you being unable to move them even if you wanted to.

Being useless today for any sort of mental work, so I'm going to play the day away. Fallout 4, here I go! (goobster, cheers for the unintended suggestion)

P.S. I have a new favorite word: thmackadoodle.

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