Remember when I indicated that I liked FFTA? Well, I mean, I do like it. But pretend I didn’t say anything about it at all, because I can’t be held responsible for those of you who may unwittingly allow your weekends to be swallowed whole by the GBA’s very own version of crack. I think I probably compared Pokémon Ruby to a viciously addictive drug at one point or another as well, but that’s entirely different: I fully expected to pour hours and hours into a Pokémon game, being the Pikaphile that I am, but I don’t even like most Final Fantasy games. Not the sort of middling-to-recent ones, anyway. I loved FF for NES, and I have to admit that FFX isn’t half bad, but if you’d told me a week ago that I’d spend hours playing FFTA this weekend - well. I wouldn’t have believed you, anyway.

So, yeah. I spent most of yesterday under the impression that I was suffering from a hangover - despite the really quite mild drinking in which I engaged on Friday - but it turns out that it’s either the return of the killer tofu or it’s some sort of stomach thing, becase I spent most of today similarly indisposed. Thankfully, when you’re a philosophy major, there’s not a lot of academic work that requires you to get out of bed (once the relevant books are at hand). And when you’re a philosophy major with a GBA and a stomach bug, all hopes of leaving the house are immediately shattered. But it hasn’t really been as bad as all that. Now that the weather is finally fucking autumnal, my apartment isn’t an entirely unpleasant place to be. In the summer, of course, it’s the Deathly Heat Trap From Hell (or whatever) and in the winter I have to sleep with three layers on, but right now it’s just about perfect.