Three day weekend, hour eleven.
Aside from about an hour and a half of eating excellent lunch, enjoying conversation, and answering the blasted phone, all I’ve done since the last post is play PS2 games.
You see, something in my head changed today. A little backstory – I have become more and more voracious for new titles, since when I get a game I either play it all the way through or stop when the fun-to-difficulty ratio swings too far to the right. This leaves me with a stack of games that I have had enough of. Every once in a while I go back and mess around a bit, but for the most part they’re as useful to me as used Kleenex brand facial tissues. One of the titles that was set aside for difficulty issues is Gran Turismo 3. I pulled it back out a few days ago, and today I found that I could get past the parts that gave me trouble before. So now, with these newfound racing skills, I was unable to stop. The trophies and prize cars kept rolling in, and before I knew it, it was 6.
Now I go drink.