Someone help Rich G from the anxieties of life.

Why do I do it to myself? Why, when I've got a barely-played copy of BioShock and a hardly-touched Orange Box sitting there just mocking me, do I still go out and buy Burnout Paradise, Assassin's Creed, and Mass Effect? 

Why did I even buy BioShock and The Orange Box when I didn't even get through an hour of Halo 3 or Call of Duty 4?

Why did I remotely consider picking up Ratchet and Clank Future, play it (and love it) for 3 levels, only to then go get Uncharted?

Why did I even bother with Halo 3 or Call of Duty 4 or Ratchet in the first place when I still have unopened, shrink-wrapped copies of The Godfather on 360, Yakuza and Bully on PS2?

Every night I come home and think, tonight is the night I start to plow through these games. Then I become paralyzed by the myriad choices in front of me when I do finally sit down after work, putting the 7-month-old to bed, exercise (on a good night), dinner, then working some more to make sure I keep my job.

I have a disease, friends. And I need to cure it. And it starts tonight.

I will not play any more games until I at least finish Portal.

There, I said it.

Did someone say GTA IV is actually coming out soon?