I came home from work, while recorded disks for ixbox went to the shower, dined, next door began to play, I think lapotaaaaaaa, how cool to have a console with a gk-telephone, lay down and started to break up in max singing 3, nothing bothered, no courses, no diplomas, work is across the road, just a fairy tale of something...and here my girlfriend-demotivator screams out of the toilet "look to me that I will show". and the myth of the fairy tale, for a week dissipated, two stripes on the test:) now ixbox only on holidays (when the girl is at work). and the thoughts about the lack of play time immediately retreated when I first put my hand on her stomach)) I am to the fact that there are things in life more important and pleasant zombie games, I AM HAPPY)