There must be nicotine permeating from the 360 controller because I cannot understand why it is so damn addictive.  However, as these hours of Perfect Dark Zero and G.R.A.W. accumulate under my belt, the dust on the boxes that pile in the center of my room grows unbearably disgusting and I wonder when I will sacrifice entertainment for responsibility.  ...And the answer probably is never, or if she (360) suffers from a heatstroke and needs to cool down.  Damn our hemisphere and its decreasing distance from the sun!

Finally, I am no longer restricted from university firewalls to connect to X-Box Live, so where are those demos and arcade games?