Endless Obsession

On the internet, there is this site.

This site is Facebook.

On this site, there is this application.

This application is called “Scrabulous”.

Internet, I could be canonized for the miracle I perform EVERY DAY of not playing this game until my eyes swell shut.

Scrabulous, you guys. Seriously.

It is the exact same thing as Scrabble, only you play online in Facebook with ANYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY WITH YOU. ANYWHERE. On the entire world wide web. It is that crazy. And I’ll be honest, I’ve begun to measure my day by not how much work I get done, but by how many words I put down and points I score.

At this very moment, I’m playing Scrabble with Nicole, and the game is tight. I have one letter left. She has 3. I’m up by 3 points. What’s gonna happen? WHO’S GONNA WIN?? HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REFRESH THIS BOARD FOR ME TO PLAY MY TURN???

I feel the same way right now as when everyone found out who killed JR on that show, Dallas. I’ve never seen the show, nor know what the general consensus on JR’s death or the revelation of his killer was, but I can only assume it’s something akin to what I am feeling right now.

[Won the game against Nicole just now, by the way, and we've already started another]

To be honest, I don’t have many talents in life. I’m not notable in sports. I can’t sing. I can’t play an instrument too well. The only thing that comes to mind is that my tongue can morph from being normal sized to ridiculously large with just a thought. And it gets to the point where everyone I know has already been exposed to it, so the glamour in it has kind of faded.

Scrabble, though. Wow. There’s nothing like randomly receiving letters that spell out the word ‘FUCK’ and getting to put them down on a double letter / triple word score tile, scoring you 54 points.

I bet this is what it feels like to be a junkie.