Poop Shute

I have a problem.

I'm told the first step to overcoming any addiction is to admit you have a problem.

Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles has me obsessed. I dream about it. I think about while I'm driving. I think about it when I'm at the theatre. I think about it when... well, not then. A man needs a clear head for that.

I've been spending hours and hours over the past week or so upgrading our characters.

You see, this game is a multi-player cooperative game, so I've been working on all of our characters, not just my own. Brandon, David and I hit the last level and died four times in about fifteen minutes, so they called it quits for the night. I told them I would work on making us better... stronger... faster.

I have the technology.

I think I'm nearing that breaking point when I'll be totally sick of the game, but we'll see.

Now I'm off to bed to read some of Blue Mars in hopes that it will arm my brain with the tools necasary to fend off the Crystal Chronicles dreams that are more than likely to come on me as I sleep.

Kupo.