(With apologies to John Cage)
I'm getting old. 33 seconds into the game and, at my stress level, I can only rack up 11 frags. Maybe I should just pack up my Nostromo and take up golfing.
And yes, this was my way of unwinding from rather too eventful a day, the only exception being a longish meeting where I had the good sense of turning off my laptop so I could hear myself think.