"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:

1. Since August, I've only been playing my Game Boy Advance.
2. 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.
3. 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).

Ah well, I guess this gives me another chance to get it repaired. Every time I try to play it, I eventually get frustrated with my leaky squeaky F-Key and put it away for another month or two.