July 31, 2008
I started up Mass Effect again, and sat in my overheated living room, playing as Dynn Shepard, the Paragon soldier that will save the galaxy in 2183. While the game doesn't hold the same appeal to me as it did when I was depressed in December, it still means a lot to me. Therefore, it means something to me when I kill off a certain character, or when I utterly fail at circle-strafing around that damned threser maw on Antibaar for the fifty-ninth time. It keeps my mind occupied on a non-existent future, and that alone matters.