All that night I dreamed of roulette, gambling, gold, calculations. I kept calculating something, as if I was at the gaming table, some stake, some chance, and it oppressed me all night like a nightmare.
- from The Adolescent, by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Monday, December 31, 2007
The exact same thing happens to me when I play too much Grand Theft Auto
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