I've discovered a curious side effect of leading a life full of the responsibility of work and school and relationships.
I go through the entire week of class-to-class and class-to-work and work-to-school routine and it's all very Tab A into Slot B, really. I get some variations in what I do in the times around Tab-A-into-Slot-B but inevitably I go to bed and then start Tabbing A into Slot B all over again.
But around 3pm on Friday afternoon, as I walk to the most distant school parking lot where I park my car and meet up with Roommate, there's this little feeling. And sometimes I don't even notice it.
We make the ten minute drive home and I hurriedly start packing stuff into my backpack--dice, Magic deck, playmat, Monster, water bottle. We then all pile in LOML's car and head away to the gaming hall.
And there's the feeling.
And then I realize: it's like the world has started turning.
Sunday night I'll hear the squeaking of the world slowly winding down to a standstill and it'll be back to Tab-A-into-Slot-B again, as I run around doing homework and other things that must be got into line for the tabbing of A into slot B. But until then, the world is full of magic. And evil vampire lords. And death-defying acts of heroism.