"17?! Put Some Pants On!"

You might've noticed that I hadn't been around much this past week. That's because Derek did something incredibly cruel. Tuesday night I asked him to bring the X-Box over -- we ran the cable to the monster and hung out on Live for the night. The cruelty comes in when he offered to let me hang onto it for the day.

So, yeah, for near three days straight I did nothing but play Halo 2 online. I never even touched any of the other half-dozen games he left in my care. You know it's bad when after rolling out of bed, the first thing you put on is the headset communicator -- for-going the putting on of pants.

The box is now no longer in my care, but back in its rightful place. Fortunately, I didn't have it long enough for the black shakes to set in. Even though I was hooked, I've been able to deal with it calmly and without any problems. ...otherwise I'd've hitched a ride to Gamestop after work to pick up a Box of mine own, as well as the necessary impliments to get online and get back to fragging.

Instead, I went to Wade's and let him beat the shit outta my wallet. The road to the DS starts here.

Cleaning of my room is moving along at a nice pace. Tons of garbage and unwantables have been removed from my living space -- freeing up a significant amount of room, enough to be able to comfortable re-configure the furniture set up and vacuum the rug when the time comes. There's still a bunch more that needs to be cleaned out. I really am hoping we can finish up before school fires back up.