I'm not talking about the usual skipping work or cutting class to play a game. How about those little embarassing things that you've done to secure gaming time that make you feel a nice, juicy backlash of remorse and/or self-disgust?
My worst than I recall was one Thanksgiving when I was expected to go home back to Maryland to visit my parents over the four-day weekend. I was a freshman in college in Tennessee, and my parents lived about 10 hours away. One day driving, two days home, one day driving back. I'd just picked up Master of Magic and was so enthralled with it that I was desperate for more time to play it. So, instead of going home, I told my parents that I had a bunch of homework to catch up on and couldn't possibly make it home. Being an only child, my mom's tears "we'll miss you!! but we understand...." and 'that's okay, son, we know you're busy' from my dad were not unexpected. I spent Thanksgiving with a huge grin on my face, a bag of doritoes the size of my torso, a fifth of illegally obtained vodka, and an almost unprecedented thirteen-hour-game of Master of Magic playing out before me.
It was two days later that the crushing guilt swept over me like the shadow of some filthy carrion bird. Needless to say, I helped assauge my conscience by doing a trip home the following weekend, whispered not a word of my actual Thanksgiving activities, and everything worked out in the end. I never said this story had explosions or high romance.
How about you? Vent some of those skeletons in your gaming closet. Justify those little white lies you told in the name of clicking on a little piece of plastic in front of a screen.