This is our husky, Cloud. As you can see, he has zero trouble sleeping. This is the countenance of a dog who worries about very little.

I love that.

Lately, I’ve been hammering away at my playthrough of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. I’m over 150 hours in, and I’m not even in the last act (there are three acts, total). In an effort to “bring it home,” I’ve been marathoning sessions of 12+ hours at a time. The past two nights, I’ve literally stayed up all night long playing. Yesterday I stopped playing around noon (yes, after playing all night), and today, I stopped around 8am.

I am a witching beast.

The only problem with this is getting anything done or feeling remotely like a responsible adult human being the following (the same?) day. Today, after I finally fell asleep, I woke up at 5pm, hungry and in need of a shower.

I’m adulting wrong.

But this game.

If I’m not playing it, I’m thinking about it. If I’m not doing either, I’m probably in one of the four solid hours of sleep I’ve been getting per day (and yes, I mean actually sleeping during the day when other adults are out there doing responsible things). I tell myself I will go to bed at a reasonable time, but I end up getting carried away and playing for so many more hours than I intended.

Certain games have done this to me in the past. BioShock grabbed my brain and said, “You will play me until I am finished!” And I said, “Yes, BioShock. I will.” I played it like crazy, and when I wasn’t playing, I wanted to be playing. Sleep and food were optional.

The most extreme cases of Game vs. Sleep have been for Borderlands. Something about Borderlands just grabs me. I play it and play it and play it, and if I’m not playing it, I want to be playing more of it. I will sacrifice sleep, food, whatever just to play it. I’ve never been able to quite pinpoint why I love it so much, but I do and there it is. When I first played it with my partner, we stayed up many a night to the wee hours of the morning running, gunning, looting, and laughing.

Boy do I love that game.

But with The Witcher, it’s such an odd juxtaposition: I am both in love with the game as well as impatient for it to be over.

It’s a curious feeling.

This morning when I finally turned the game off, I just sat there on the couch staring at the menu screen of my PS4 and wondered, “What am I doing? I need to sleep.”

And I continued to just stare at the screen while trying to get tired.

I love when an experience is so engaging that it becomes almost a liability. I know that sounds odd, but that’s one of the times when I know a game has hit its mark. Sure there are flaws, but I love this game. I love the experience. I love what it offers.

It just offers so much of it.

And with that, I will think about going to bed at a reasonable hour (so I can be up early), when, in reality, I know I will be witching all night long. Again.

Send help, friends. I’ll be in Skellige.

P.S. Here’s a snout-hance of our pup. Behold: the curled tongue.