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This couldn’t have been more horribly timed.

As some of you may know, I’m in the middle of a slew of awesome games right now. There are just too many I need to play — it’s like when two of your favorite shows are on at the same time. And, uh, you are twenty years in the past. Where, y’know, you can’t download/stream/browse on demand for/digitally record them.

But watch your back — the gaming gods get mad at you when you play with fire — I’m proof of that.

Today, my DS broke. Broke is a rather vague word, so I’ll explain.

Only a couple days ago, I noticed my L button wasn’t functioning as smoothly as it’s supposed to — one of the games I’ve been playing lately is Megaman ZX (which I haven’t covered in my rounds yet), and one of the fastest ways to travel is by using Model Hx (the biometal of the wind) to dash-jump, air dash, and repeat. Both of those moves require the L button (dash), which is how I first noticed it (of course, that constant use probably didn’t help, but hey, I didn’t do anything wrong).

Instead of being able to press it from the edge, I had to hug my finger around the top of the DS and push it down, and pretty hard.

Yesterday, it stopped functioning altogether. I was playing Geometry Wars and kept wondering, Why are all these new levels not giving me any bombs? And of course, I still don’t know which symbol means bombs and which means lives.

So yeah, point made, my L button is broken. And I’m sad. Because there are five DS games in queue for me right now (yup, those are all upcoming game loads), and I have to send off my DS to get repaired.

At least it’s in the warranty. And Nintendo’s usually really cool about this kind of stuff, so I don’t expect any problems to come up.

Maybe the gaming gods are looking out for me after all.

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So the realtors have captured exactly one-half of my room. In the far end, my Nintendo character poster, my ATLA rasterbation and my bed have all been defeated and replaced with schmancy art posters and thought-to-be-neat bed comforters. In the near end, my desk, my Kramer poster and my electronics have been untouched.

It’s a square-off.

A game of capture-the-point, if you will. We must reclaim the middle of my room!

However, the opposing force has an unfair advantage: the window. It’s open, and come morning the sun will be a destructive force against our nocturnal nature. Even if we manage to capture the objective tonight, by tomorrow we will be unable to hold it. The only option is to retreat to a casing and live to fight another day. The casing may be flimsy, and it may break easily under rain, but this…this cardboard box…it is our only hope. We must accept it.

Anyways, today they painted the front door, so they needed to keep it wide open for a while so it could dry. Apparently they didn’t know I have three cats that are supposed to stay indoors and one that’s supposed to stay outdoors. I’m the only house resident around (my siblings are in college and my mom & step-dad are on vacation), so not even the realtors knew about our cat situation until I got home from school. I managed to scrounge up two of the insider cats, and the contractor, a family friend, knew that the outside one was only supposed to come in to eat, so he took care of that.

It’s 7:00p and I am now the only one home. And I’m not sure where one of the indoor cats is. She’s usually pretty reclusive, so I’m hoping she’s just hiding somewhere, but frankly I’ve looked everywhere she could viably be and have found no trace. She’s got a collar and everything, so if she did get out, I think we’ll be fine so long as she comes across any decent people, but I’m still in a nervous state until then. I emailed my mom to see if there’re any places she hides in that I don’t know about, but I don’t think there are many places I didn’t check.

It’s too late to do much about it now; it’s very dark outside and I haven’t heard back from my mom yet, so I’ll have to wait until tomorrow in a situation that makes waiting horrible.