The Virtues (and Otherwise) of Cash Generator

Cash Generator used to bring me so much joy. Super rare SNES games for a fiver etc. These days, it's really only good for a laugh. Case in point: Today, I saw a famiclone shaped like an N⁶⁴ priced at ten pounds, sitting next to a real N⁶⁴ selling for only five pounds more. On the other hand, Chris texted me to say that he'd snarfed a one gig Memorystick Pro Duo for thirty-five quid, so I guess they're not that bad after all. I also learned that my Japanese Nintendogs is worth the princely sum of one pound sterling as trade-in at Chips.

I've got minus fifty pence to do me until a week next Tuesday. But that's not really bothering me. What is bothering me is the creeping sociophobia I've been experiencing. I'm afraid to talk to my friends these days. I'm afraid to do anything that will put me in contact with people. The change in scene brought about by the trip to London helped, but now that I've returned, it's the same again. I was afraid of my therapist last time I visited too. In the same way I was afraid of my driving instructor, or some of the kendo sempai. If it happens again, I'll let him know.

I'm going to see Ballboy play tonight. Fun fact: Ballboy are my fifth favourite band evar. I'm looking forward to it.