Tonight I came home from work with the full intention of having dinner and then playing The Witcher 3 until the wee hours. Instead, I had a lovely after-dinner conversation with Daniel, paid some bills, made an appointment I'd been putting off for weeks, worked on a writing project I'm doing with a friend, edited some video, and am now planning to go to bed at a semi-reasonable hour so I can get up at a decent hour tomorrow.
What is this adulting? I can't even.
Geralt of Rivia and I are definitely going to have some quality time sometime this weekend, though.