I have been infected with the deadly virus that is Animal Crossing. It has rendered me totally incapable of a sustaining a normal life, as I am homebound all day and night, for fear of missing a really good trade, or the chance to capture a rare insect. I neglect my chores. I don't return phone calls. I put off working on midterms. All so I can bang rocks with shovels, and shake trees. But I'm not alone.

Fortunately, Adam shares my affliction. Unfortunately, we can't get out fix at the same time. We've worked out a system--he plays in the mornings, while I'm asleep, and I play in the evenings, before he gets home. Then, we take turns, until we are forced to break for nourishment, or all the townspeople get sick of us and go to sleep. However, the AC virus fosters an unhealthy paranoia, which I feel may try our relationship soon. Did you dig up my fossils? Did you find the treasure? This town's not big enough for the both of us, Grubby.