You know you're addicted when...

When you throw a box of candy over your shoulder trying to put it inside your invisible backpack that holds all your stuff you carry around

When you see a redhead/ginger hunting and go up to her and ask to join the Companions, but she gets all confused about what you are saying

When you jump off a cliff hoping to hear that death-music, then respawn, but it doesn't happen

When you tell your pet iguana to stop lounging and go work in Windhelm with the other lizards

When you get up earlier on weekends than you do weekdays, then end up skipping breakfast and eating lunch at the computer because you're too hungry to miss it but too into Skyrim to eat it at a table.

You know you are hooked when you look up forums so you can talk to people about skyrim, alot

When you read every page trying to find something that hasn't been said

When you listen to awesome old songs like Jim Croce's "I Got a Name" and your adventures in the game just seem to sync up to the lyrics, time and time again. My favorite people in this game all have "their" songs. It's a little crazy, lol.

When your at the store shopping and all you see are alchemy ingredients, AND, can name them off, all the while your better half is looking at you like you have lost it LOL

When you see a shadow of a bird flying across the floor thinking its a dragon and reaching for your legendary deadric axe and grab your badminton racket instead.

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....you join a Skyrim forum, and your username includes a playable Race in Skyrim.

You hope for a save to reload every time you do some stupid thing that kills you

You rage, but end up murdering half the town like raging in Skyrim

You go up to a friend wearing some big blingy-necklace-thing, and expect them to ask to marry you

And when they don't, you say, aloud, "Darn Khajiit merchants! This is an amulet of Talos, not Mara!"

You habitually consider the resale value of everything you own, before remembering you can't just go and sell that old hat you don't like anymore at the nearest store.

You have the urge to pick flowers you see growing in people's gardens, before remembering that you aren't really an alchemist.

You listen to Matt Marblo's metal cover of Dragonborn on your way to work every day so you can feel like a badass dragonslayer instead of a boring salesperson.

When you deck Sven the bard out in heavy armor you looted from Fort Hraggstad during the Imperial questline, and write a poem in iambic pentameter about it:

Before me standeth Sven of Riverwood,
Bedecked in heavy armor 'cause I could.
In Hraggstad's fort, a bandit I did slay
And took the armor from him where he lay.
When all was silent, and we did conclude
'Twas time we should return to Solitude--
The Steed Stone's blessing I desired to pick,
And my steel armor felt light as a tick.
But Sven, not benefitted, lagged behind
(though, once in Solitude, he did not mind).
It's for this reason, plus that bardic air
He'll likely make a lousy Legionnaire.
But if, while Skyrim I reunify
A Stormcloak soldier somehow make him die,
Then Riverwood, I guess, will be bard-free,
And I can have Camilla marry me.*

*(yes, I know Sven/Faendal doesn't have to be dead for that, but...)

When you hear a sound of something moving inside your house... You think your in Thy Haunted Honeyside Home in Riften and hurry to beat the crap out of the Mannequins

You are so addicted to skyrim that you greet your friends in Dragon Tongue....

I thought I saw some leather strips on the platform this morning.