Tuesday we get to "finish the fight", or at least start finishing it. There's nothing quite as satisfying as blowing virtual shit up, and aliens, to blow off some steam. Even though I felt a little ripped off the way Halo 2 ended, I'm looking forward to it.
I've really let silly things get to me lately. A strict regimen of hot tubbing, video games, movies and a supportive girlfriend help keep me in the right place. It'll help when the weekend is over as well, with the event behind me. I swear someday I'm going all-electronic registration, even if it means getting nailed with credit card fees. I had one from a kid who had an illegible credit card number, zip code, phone number and no screen name. Basically his registration is useless, and I have to hope he has fifteen bucks cash when he shows up.
Any way, me and Master Chief are gonna f' up some Covenant bastards tomorrow night. Don't call me, I'll be busy.