Final Fantasies

Time for a bit of back-story. Christmas time rolled around last year and the parents were bugging me to tell them what I wanted as a gift. Nothing really came to mind so I just asked for a FF13 pre-order. I'm bound and determined to avoid that special age where you cease to get good gifts, and become content with socks and holiday meats. Sad part is, I neglected to specify how I wanted this pre-order to work, so there was no midnight release at Gamestop for me. Instead they bought it online through Best Buy. It wasn't ideal but at the time I saw little harm in the choice.
Flash-forward to March 9th.
I received notification the game was shipped on the 8th so I was content to get it sometime that week. Again, not ideal, but I'd been pumped about this game since they announced it some four years ago. A few more days wouldn't kill me.
Actually they were. Every day there was an Final Fantasy-less mailbox outside my house, I died a little. Every time I fired up my 360 and saw my friends playing it, I felt fury. And every time one of my friends tried to talk to me about the story, I threw a chair at their face.
Nerdy as it sounds, this game was serious business.
Called the mail office today to try and get to the bottom of all this, and was basically told that best case scenario, it'll be here Monday, but realistically, it will be here sometime late next week.
So, naturally, I gave into frustration and impulse and just bought it from Walmart (fuck you, bestbuy.com), and will be installing it/playing it shortly.
I gotta say, I feel amazing. I'll post my impressions later.

Quick side note: play Deadly Premonition. For 20 dollars, it's the best gaming experience you'll ever have. Though it's certainly not for people who judge solely on appearance, have no sense of humor, or have no taste.

-The coffee never fails.-


EDIT:
After already collecting the mail for today, after talking to the post office today and being told that it wont be here till next week: the fucking thing mysteriously appears in my mailbox. I'm driven to believe one of two things. First: Best Buy saw my complaints and saw fit to manipulate space-time to place the merchandise in question squarely in my mailbox. The second: the mail lady had the damn package in her truck and forgot to deliver it on time. Personally I'm more inclined to believe the former.