Letters from the Equator

I’m sitting here in the car, waiting for Lee Lian to be done with her company’s annual dinner. They’ve got some hollywood thing going on, and she’s dressed up as an egyptian. While that was going on, I wasted 4 hours on GTA3:Vice City, which is enough to give you a headache. l think my resistance is getting better though. It used to be that it would only take an hour or so before I started feeling pukish. I don’t know if increased resistance is a good thing or not. It’s one of those suburban tragedies. When I stopped playing, I found myself asking what was the meaning of life, feeling almost spiritually drained from virtually killing dozens of pedestrians and gang members, ramming into vehicles, and endlessly listening to hours of pre-recorded radio programs on degrading topics and 80s music. But I guess a game is meant to be a game.