It was morning, yet the sun hadn't risen. Instead, a cool, cloudy blanket wrapped around
the earth ever so gently, letting some light through, but no warmth. A cool brisk air
whisked about me as I opened the door and stepped out, and double checked the lock.
There weren't many people around, but there was still a slow panic building up within
me. Should I do it or not? Could I afford to? Then again, could I afford not to?

I quietly hoped that it wouldn't be an option. Maybe it would be gone, picked over, eaten
by the undead, something... anything. But I decided that, since I'd made the drive, if it was
there, it was mine. If it wasn't, I would go no where else. I would just wait until later. We
only live once. Why not push life to it's limits and test fate while we can still afford to.

I looked up, and realized I was almost there. I couldn't remember walking through the doors,
seeing others around me, or any of the details of this recent journey, but maybe that was
the best. Sunday mornings don't look very fitting on most people. It wasn't there. I browsed
some more, seeing no signs of it's existence and sighed a deep, freeing breath; part relief
and part disappointment. But when I turned, to my astonishment...

...there it was. My head dropped as I walked towards it, not knowing what to do. My
earlier decision was to do it if it was here, so I would stand by that. If we cannot trust
ourselves, how can we dare trust others. But now a bigger, infinitely more important choice
stood before me.

Blue or Black!?


I stood with a panic slowly building. Decided that it wasn't worth it. That the DS lit was
good enough. That it was just another $200 down the drain. I turned and walked away,
to find myself back at the same spot. Staring. Trying to see if one was better than the
other. The black had less on the rack, but the blue looked so fresh, clean, and new.
Black was my old buddy... my DS was black, i used to wear all black, I like my hair better
when it's black. But the blue was so enchanting, so vivacious, so... brilliant.

"Uhm... can I help you?" A confused female employee looked me in the eyes, and then
quickly looked away, seeming to follow my line of sight to the DSi.

I looked back down for a while, before realizing I had never responded. "Yeah," I finally
choked out. "I guess I'm gonna get a DSi."

She waited for a second, as if to make sure the unsure tone in my voice was actually
going to win out over the stubborn part of me that couldn't turn back on the initial decision.
Seeing I wasn't yet budging, she pulled out her keys, bent down to the cases lock, and
opened it before asking, "which color?"

I once again was frozen in thought, terror, agony. What if I chose the wrong color and
regretted it forever? What if they came out with even cooler colors later this year and
I'd be stuck with this one? Why couldn't people have been here at midnight to clear out
their fucking stock for me!?

"Blue or black. I think that's it. That's all we got at least," she said, probably assuming I
was some kinda "special."

"Blue," I blurted out. Blue... like my eyes. Like my shirt. Like my Chuck Taylors. Like that
horrible 90's song from Eiffel65. It was blue.



Daboodee daboo-freakin-daa...