Why I Don't Own An X-Box

Co-worker friend Fraser, recognizing a lonely man in need, lent me the use of his xbox last night. After a glorious evening of Tiger Woods Golf, GPMoto2, and FIFA Soccer (Romario!), I am reminded why I don't own my own xbox. It's not to guard Matthew from the violent games, but to allow me to have some semblence of a life outside of my basement. I plugged the xbox in around 7 PM, and didn't move from the couch until nearly midnight. I don't need any additional recreational distractions to occupy my time. Currently, my big tv is enough, and when I get the HD satellite reciever, well, it'll be all over...