My PlayStation

It works!! At last it is returned to me and it works!! It works!!

OK, I forgot to bring any games back with me in the gloom of having no PlayStation, but I'm popping to see the parents at the weekend and then I'll have games!! Other than this driving game that is far too open box for me (Los Angeles, you are unnavigable!!) and this weird golf game I don't understand at all.

And it works!! I sat on the rug with my controller in front of the telly and I pressed the buttons and it made noises at me!

And I keep seeing adverts for FFXIII-2! All right, so I want to play VIII again, and then there's X and X-2 and XII and the actual XIII to play, but I would say it's, what, about forty-fifty hours a pop for a good completion? That's no so long even though I like the shopping and the subquests and the all the chocobo stuff.

I've lost everyone with the chocobos, haven't I?

Damn, for the first time ever I wish I were eleven again. No fic to write; no PhD to do - just me and the old PlayStation and a sofa and a telly and the summer holidays and a litre of long-life orange juice. All right, the orange juice wasn't the best bit, but I am something of a liquid snacker and that was when Coke was controlled in my house.

Also, when I was eleven, I knew what to do with cardboard boxes, rather than being faced with the annoyance of knowing I'll need them to move my stuff as and when, but not having any idea where to store them...

Also, I was rubbish when I was eleven. I think I need to combo that with the orange juice and the summer after GCSEs.