David Tired

It's 11:30pm and I have to work tomorrow. I'm still up though! Why? Well, for a few reasons:

1. I'm addicted to these dumb games on Facebook (Farm Town and YoVille).
2. P is working tonight, I'm home alone, and am scared of the dark.
3. Playoff hockey has started. Well, and then I turned it to Iron Chef and now I'm hooked.

That's all, really. I hadn't posted in a while, but then, I really didn't have anything to say... Meh. I really SHOULD go to bed. But that would just mean a lot of me staring at our bedroom doorway waiting for a ghost to come in and scare the crap out of me. Before I do sign off, just one quick note on the whole "raising money with blog ads" thing. We've made twenty cents. Plane tickets, here we come!

ZZZZZZZ

Newest Obsession

Okay, it's time to fess up and face the problem: I am OBSESSED with Scramble on Facebook!

It's just like Boggle except includes words like "narceine", "loriner", and "oomiac"--which seem like nonsense to me only because I am not anticipating taking any word tests like the SATs any time soon and refuse to look them up.

I play online at work a LOT--used to be just to fill up the down time, now it's almost ALL the time. I also know I'm obsessed because I constantly try to think of different words to make out of a handful of letters.
For example:
eat, tea, ate
easter, stare, tare, tares, ease, east, rest
art, arts, dart, darts, drat, rat, rats, rad, tad
etc.

But, as with most of my obsessions, I am sure this one will pass. The other thing I find so addictive is that if you play solo, you play against not only your best score, but those of your friends. I like to compete against my friends without their knowledge. Until I beat them, that is. (P, I've scored higher than you. Hi, D! *innocent wave*)

Are you trying to tell me something?

I have this friend (we'll call her "J") who absolutely refuses to add me as a friend on Facebook.  I'm trying not to take offense, but it's getting pretty hard to ignore.  I mean, I thought we were close.  I was in her wedding, even!  And we practically lived together in Denver.  Sometimes we'd spend the entire weekend together.  That is, until either (1) she'd start to stink (she showers an average of .5 times per weekend) or (2) one of us got annoyed with the other.  I'm not sure what I could have done.  Except... well, I'm keeping her sunglasses held hostage.  But is THAT enough to prevent e-networking?  This blogger thinks not!  OK fine.  I'll TRY to remember to go to the Post Office this weekend.  I promise.  But, I'll ONLY do that if J adds me as a friend on Facebook.  

Come back to me, J. Come back to Cold Mountain.