Lucky me, I have the day off. A clever coincidence on my part … WoW opens, I have a day off prearranged. I still have to wait for the FedEx guy to spawn with a box, but that leaves time for a shower, a tall cup of coffee to return my hungover ass to life and maybe a quick call to the office to check on the TPS reports. (Ya, I got the memo.)

Last night, I was talking to the guild and catching up on our Grand Scheme to Ownzorz Everything and Everyone in Our Wake. Several of the guildmates had boxes in hand already (wtf!) and were camping the WoW servers … scheduled to open FIVE HOURS in the future.

For crissakes, we’re all adults in our 20s, plus a handful in their 30s and a few in their 40s, and they’re all acting like middle schoolers before the big game against the middle school a mile down the road. Gee, ya really think we can beat them, Coach?

One of the guys suggested that I run down to this store having a Warcraft midnight event to pick up a box. Umm no. Foton has the day off tomorrow; Foton’s gonna toss back a few and stumble home later. And then, Foton might drag his ass out of bed and make fun of you all on his blog. And if you’re lucky, Foton won’t tell the story he just heard about the guildmate that has been … hmm, how to say? … fucking over another guildmate. Then, and only then, will Foton consider logging in.

Where the hell is that FedEx guy anyways? And if he shows up looking like he’s been playing WoW all night with my CD Key, I’ll beat him senseless with my slightly-used collector’s edition.

Justifiable aggravated assault with a game box. No jury in the land would convict me!