I got a TV for Christmas. Or, rather, my parents used my "wish list" as an excuse to buy themselves a present and then "gift" me with their old bedroom set. Not that that TV is old or anything. Quite the opposite. My dad bought it new when he came out here two years ago, so it's only 2 years old, flat screen and just about the exact size I wanted. They would not have bought themselves a newer, bigger TV if I had not wanted one the exact size of their old one for Christmas.
I then locked myself in my bedroom with my PS3 and new TV, only coming out to make ice cream, eat dinner, talk to my Grandmother on the phone, and pop downstairs a handful of times to make sure no one was missing me too much. And today, after getting back from the eye doctor, I did a repeat performance of that. I made a concerted effort to spend time with Dad when he got home from work today so he couldn't repeat his comments about me hiding in my room. I'm embarrassed by how much time I've spent playing that game, but I can't seem to stop! Earlier today, I noticed that my game time was at 23 hours and such-and-such minutes, and I've only had the game for five days. And that 23-something, I'm pretty sure that was at least close to an hour of game time ago. I was up until 1:30 last night even though I knew I needed to get up to make an appointment for contacts (my other Christmas present). I guess it's not too much of a surprise; I do tend to throw myself headfirst into things I enjoy...
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