My Xbox 360 finally came back (after being sent off for surgery). Except it's not my Xbox 360. It's somebody else's. Sure, this one works just fine, while mine didn't, but it's just not the same.
I feel like the kid whose parents "accidentally" killed my hamster in an incident involving plastic tubing and saran wrap, then went out and bought a new one to put in the cage, like I wouldn't even notice. Well I noticed, Bill Gates. I noticed.
Oh well. At least my Xbox is still blogging as if nothing's changed. And you can still be a crazy stalker and see how much time I've spent playing, and when, at Live Eye. Yes, more than a day of my life has been spent playing Bioshock. Awesome, awesome game. It's the first one I've ever beaten, then gone right back and started playing through again.
In other news, I really like fall. The new TV season has started, school hasn't gotten too intense yet, the weather is just the right temperature, and everything smells like musty sweet rotting leaves.
I raked leaves today. Another first homeowner type thing for me. I don't really get the point of raking leaves...more will always fall, and they'll just turn into nice rich soil anyway. There are starving kids in Africa who would kill for some nice soil.
It's decided then. I will attach a label to my bag of leaves that says "To: Africa, From: Mike. You don't have to kill for soil any more." The garbage men will know what to do.