I’m tired of being angry, which makes me angrier, which makes me more tired, which makes me more angry. The Xbox 360 and it’s absence has turned me into a perpetual anger machine. Thermodynamics be damned, I’ve become a never ending source of rage.

That reminds me of The NeverEnding Story. Weren’t there a large amount of implied breasts in that movie, or am I thinking of something else?

There are no new rumors today. Call Targets. Call Wal-Marts. They might have Xbox 360s. They might not. The young lads with a little more energy will surely pick up an Xbox 360 for their holiday season, while us 20-somthings will give up and take a nap on the couch.

Good luck, kiddos. Don’t blow all the money you earned working at the hardware store this summer in one place.