Today is the last day. As my Xbox 360 sits literally 15 minutes away in Maumee Ohio at the UPS station, lonely, lacking attention, and likely crying out for me, I await its arrival tomorrow morning.
My 360 officially went through an Emo stage earlier in the week, and how now turned into pure, unadulterated hatred. Since no one told me I could set a vacation time to prevent the poor thing from going through this depressed period, I lost a 209 day playing streak. The sudden stoppage must have made my 360 feel abandoned.
Soon you'll be home. Soon.
