addictions, i've known a few...

I’ve been remiss in my blog writing lately but I am not to blame! The fact is, I’ve got visitors and just haven’t had the time to write
my blogs, my current manuscript, or pretty well complete anything other than my on-line scrabble games. Hmm, I may have been neglecting my guests as well. Damn it. I’m addicted to on-line games. 
    The sad thing is that I’m not even winning my scrabble games.
Still I’ll be out showing off the lovely town of Vancouver—walking along the seawall, off for fish and chips in Steveston, dancing awkwardly to Wii Bollywood—and I’ll suddenly wonder if one of my opponents has responded to my last play.  
    You may assume that real people hanging out with you—especially people you like—would easily trump words on a non time-sensitive and non-paying game. (obviously nothing trumps wiener dog
racing at the horse race track, but luckily my guests did not make me choose and we all bet on those wacky, short-legged, speed demons) 
    Your assumption would be wrong. Turns out that scrabble on-line is almost as addictive as slot machines and if they ever figure out how to get exciting sound effects and flares going when you post a great word—well, I’ll be sunk. (I only temporarily vanquished my slot addiction by banning myself from all B.C. casinos)
    Is there hope for me? I just don’t know. I considered giving up
Facebook so as to remove the source of temptation but it wouldn’t make much difference. Then I’d just find another substitute addiction. The problem is really more of an obsessive/compulsive disorder. Eventually I’ll tire of the game and then my life will resume. For a while. Then I’ll find something else. Consider yourselves warned. 
    If only I could get addicted to writing more blogs and books for
a while, but I’m not holding my breath. Turns out I am addicted to
breathing...