Through the eyes of a creator

Another night I find myself awake, waiting for peeping rays to peek perversely through my defenseless blinds, almost as if the sun was sneaking to see if I was sleep, a natural sign telling me that it's time to turn my PC off and get some rest. This night is slightly different, I'm not trying to get my hands on another duplicate-filled loot box or questioning the ill-advised picks of my teammates in ability draft with eyes screaming due to the overexposure of a TV screen while my back thanks me for playing with poor posture on a pull out sofa, carefully clicking mechanical keys so as not to sunder my significant other's slumber, but instead I decide to type a mighty memoir made to bathe a barren blog with blood, sweat, and tears. Interesting inspiration enters my imagination resulting in the realization of which words I wish to use to illustrate my individual intentions.