These days my life reminds me of Gran Turismo 3. The same cyclical rhythyms of trying to complete a level over and over again with the perfect line, the same opportunity to make slight adjustments every time, the same image of an ideal path shining before me. Damn, this game is hard. I suppose it could be worse. I mean, at least it's not Pac-Man.


If only living were as easy as playing a videogame.