Not too long ago, the household friend died on us. The burning stench of flesh coursed through the air as the red light flickered through the smoke. Yes, the 360 had fallen ill with the 3 Red Rings. The coffin was prepped and sent back to its maker. For the last two weeks I’ve sat in anticipation waiting for the fix to be applied and the return of the console. Today is the bright spot on the calendar, the day the 360 came home. The only problem, I was not there to receive it into my open arms, to hug it tight and spread my tears over it. I was afraid when I first heard it was coming back. I was afraid that no one would be there to sign for it and it would spend a cold night in storage. Thank god for a roommate who was not working and pretended to be me. He even hooked it up and held the phone to the tv’s speakers so I could hear that wonderful voice announcing it was indeed healthy. Oh how it pains me that I will not be home right away today. Instead I’ve gained a pass to see Watchmen before it even releases. I’ve mixed feelings; on one hand my pride and joy is at home waiting for my touch, but on the other hand I get a once in a lifetime chance at a sneak peak at an exciting movie.

Sorry 360, I’ve waited two weeks for you, you can wait a few hours for me…