"I don't know what I had, but I felt so bad that I couldn't even watch TV," I told a co-worker.
"Wow, that's pretty bad! You don't have a remote?"
"Oh... no no no..."
And I went on to clarify that I don't have a TV in my room, and that I would have had to get up, and go to the other room, and sit up for a long time, and the very thought of it made my head pound.
Though now that I think about it again, thinking about rolling over, or even thinking about not thinking made my head pound, so perhaps the fault was with the thinking rather than what I was thinking about... And in that case, TV would have been the perfect way to stop me from thinking too much.
But I digress. The point remains that I don't have a TV in my room. While I was walking home, I was thinking about how I used to have a TV in my room. And combined with the constant background hum of my building excitement about the Gamecube launch, I got to think about how I used to play games on the TV in my room.
And then, all at once, several things occurred to me:
- Since August, I've only been playing my Game Boy Advance.
- I've only been playing my Game Boy Advance because I've been playing it late at night/early in the morning, right before I go to sleep, so I can't use the TV in the living room.
- I need a TV in my room.
And this explains why I haven't touched those playstation (note: not PS2, because no PS2 game since GT3 has even so much as sparked my interest) games I've been meaning to play. But, without a car, I can't put this plan into motion, so this is all just idle musing about why I've just been playing GBA games (which I've enjoyed immensely, mind you).