In less than 140 hours I will be standing out there in the rain and the cold, waiting for the fateful stroke of midnight and the door to open once more. It excites me. But it goads me to know end knowing that three people from Nevada to New York will be let in before me. What will those few hours mean for me.
If this means nothing to you at all, then just go away.
But some of you know.
But dear gods, if you are reading this, go away and find a life. More important, why are you reading what I have to say when you should be earning your way yourself. Turn on the box, pick up the controller, and just shoot someone.
140 hours, one minute, some odd seconds. Less the hour that will be cut out for daylight savings.
And then I will rush home with my new copy of Halo 4 from Gamestop and I won't sleep for a week.
It is 4am now. I am going to work on an few more challenges for Reach and then go to bed. Catch you later.
The Bad Hat Kat
Sniper Devision of Doctor Suesse's Misguided Children
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