Twi weejd! That's what happens when I try to write 'two weeks' without checking my fingers are in the right place on my keyboard. And I was trying to write 'two weeks' because that's how long (roughly) it is until I go on holiday to Greece for a week. Which means...
Oh no. Oh god. Oh god no. Oh no no no no no no no no no.
Which means I'm OUT OF THE COCKING COUNTRY AND WITHOUT A COMPUTER WHEN DIABLO III IS RELEASED.
Were it not for the bally always-online rubbish (presumably the 'evil is back' referred to in the below trailer?) I might be able to pick up a copy for my laptop while I'm out there, but I'm pretty sure budget Kefalonian lodgings won't have any wi-fi. I hate you, the future. So, I'm going to paint a corner of my work room black then go sit in it and cry, while intermittenly screaming 'why? WHY?' It'll only embarrass the both of us if you watch me do that, so you'd better focus your attention on the clearly enormo-budget CGI TV trailer for D3 instead. Oh yeah, it includes Azrael.
So, yeah. I'm fine, I can wait a week. No problem.