Minecraft

I spent the day studying and clearing up things I had not understood yesterday. It went well overall. The one problem was poor sleep: I could not focus on organizing my reading notes. I did what I could, kept the notes brief, and stopped. The most important work tonight is to get a full night’s sleep.

I enjoy the rush of ideas I sometimes get after coffee. A thought arrives like a small electric shock, and I want to write it down. At those moments I feel as though I could change everything. I do follow through when I decide something matters; no one needs to push me to keep at it.

Thinking about why I have slept badly lately, I can see one cause: I started playing Minecraft and let the game occupy too much of my real life. I want to build a pen for cows, so even away from the game I keep planning it. I will need wood, planks, a crafting table, sticks, and wheat to lead at least two cows there.

The steps play out automatically in my mind. I drift into them when I should be attending to real things. Some of my energy has moved into that virtual world.

I began playing to relax. It has not caused serious harm, but I should pay attention. So far the game has helped me little and may be starting to cost me something.