Vic played Civilization for 8.5 hours yesterday. That is really how long. I went to bed mad. Something I should not have done, but it was midnight and I was alone and he was busy building Denver or some shit. This morning he told me he uninstalled it (again, he did that 2 weeks ago!) but he won't find it this time should he want to reinstall it. It gone. Never to be unearthed again. And you know the worst part? I know exactly how he feels. I used to play the Sims and I had to stop. It was an addiction. It gave me a god complex. I *loved* controlling all those little peeps. So I quit cold turkey. I've been clean for 2 years next month. Now he too can work towards sobriety.