I must have spent nearly five hours yesterday playing Gran Turismo. My right thumb has blisters from holding down the accelerate button. All I need now is GTA3 and I may never leave the house.
After the loss of my bikes I’ve been thinking about this whole Southern experience. I think I’m going to downshift, move North again, get out of corporate and do more of what I want. The South has until March, a year from when I moved down, to convince me to stay. It’s going to be a hard job, I can tell you.