I'm Cool Because I Play Splinter Cell

I got home from work yesterday to find the couch dweller working on her resume on my computer. I was really hoping that she wasn't going to be home at all. I was quite horny and had not had a chance to ruin the t-shirt I was wearing the night before, so there was some build up that I was really looking forward to getting rid of. Luckily, about ten minutes after I got home she left to go pick up my roommate. So I grabbed the computer and checked my email and then out of the corner of my eye, I saw my XBOX. I immediately wanted nothing more than to move it into my bedroom. To play it for hours in the privacy of my own sanctuary with no one to judge me for my child-like behavior. So I took a chance. I grabbed the console and the wires and went to my room. There were some issues once I got to the bedroom though. The tv had to be hooked up as well and though not that difficult there was some minor room rearranging that had to be done in order to plug it in. So by the time I got everything hooked up my roommate and the couch dweller were walking in the door and my penis had yet to be satisfied. I didn't leave my room for two hours. Then they told me that they made dinner and asked if I wanted any. I said yes. We ate salmon and stir fry and then after the meal was done I went right back to sneaking around corridors and alleyways knocking people unconscious or killing Russians. I got to bed some time around midnight after working my way through a mine-filled guarded courtyard. As I laid in my bed with my bottle of lotion with thoughts of ex-girlfriends flying through my brain I couldn't help but feel genuinly happy, if only for a moment. I ruined my t-shirt, threw it into my hamper and passed out feeling satisfied.
Of course, the feeling was almost completely gone by the time I got up in the morning. It's now almost 1:00 in the afternoon and any thoughts of pleasure I may have had last night are a distant memory. Angry work phone calls and stubborn coworkers have ensured my hate-filled Wednesday. Thoughts of having to see my ex-girlfriend in real life, rather than the happy fantasy world she was involved in last night, will keep any enjoyment out of my life for the rest of the day at the very least. I'm fairly certain she won't be blowing me in between the exchange of goods that we will have going on later on this afternoon. I guess it never hurts to ask though. Maybe I can make her feel guilty enough to perform some sexual favors in the twenty minutes or so that I'll have to spend with her. Here's hoping.