I am still not recovered wholly from this disease which has inhabited me. I wish it would leave. Depart. It infests my sinuses and my lungs and makes breathing difficult. The coughing! Oh the coughing! The coughing is worse than the sneezing, but at least it doesn't cover the monitor in brilliantly colored specks of mucus like the sneezing does. And what have I been doing to pass the time of my illness? What have I been amusing myself with while the sickness passes? Grand theft auto III. I have played it for a week and decided that I do not like it. It is a mission based racing game. All the reviews I've read gush on about the freedom the game offers, how much it lets you do. Personally, I find shooting people boring after about the tenth minute, especially when the game isn't designed as a splatter fest. If you do go Doom-style on the civilians, you will get your arse handed to you by the law enforcement. Yawn. And the missions aren't anything special. The story is vaguely interesting, but nothing that can't be found in a movie starring Kiefer Sutherland. For some reason I keep feeling the urge to play through the campaign missions of Starcraft again. For the fiftieth time. Maybe I should get WarcraftIII. I'm looking at Neverwinter Nights right now. I might order it instead. So many choices.