Loud knock at the door this afternoon. Wasn't in the mood for visitors. I've been immersing myself in that god-damned game just released by Bethesda-Tec. I'm sure they use some kind of addictive mind-control technology - I just don't want to stop playing the damned thing.

Went to see who it was anyway. I must have looked a sight having not showered yet, I'm surprised they didn't mistake me for a ghoul and start shooting.

Turns out it was just the postman bringing me supplies. I grumbled my thanks, opened the package, picked my jaw off the floor, and went grudgingly voluntarily back to my game.

PS. Thanks, Santa! Appreciate this so much :)