ALL DAY.

Andrew has been playing the same game all. goddamn. day.

Oh, alright. I exaggerate slightly. There was approximately a 1.5hr break when we got breakfast and watched an episode of Star Trek. When we visited his parents for supper, he played a different game (gasp) for half an hour, and then we allocate an hour for eating... 

If he woke up at 8am today, which would be a decent sleep-in for him... Andrew has been played a total of eight hours of the same game.

EIGHT HOURS.

And that's a conservative estimate!

At least I merited an hour and a half of his time. I know it's the weekend -- and a long weekend to boot -- but I could have used the occasional acknowledgement that I exist. He's been on his headset talking to other people playing the game for two of his eight in-game hours, so not only has he been absorbed in the game, he's had actual people to keep him company. All I get is his occasional response to one of them to keep me from going stir-crazy. And none of those responses make any sense, since I can't hear the entire conversation. Nor are they directed to me.

I want to say something, but he'll only mope if I do. 

I just informed him that he has played eight hours of one game. He said something to the effect of, "Yeah? And?"

AND I AM ALONE ALL DAY DURING THE WEEK.

I AM STARVED FOR HUMAN CONTACT.