I found a new game on Facebook. My friends have raved about it for months now, and I resisted the pull. Don’t ask me why I suddenly felt the need to check it out, but last Sunday I did, and apparently I either have one of those addiction genes (good thing I don’t smoke or drink!), or PackRat is OF. THE. DEVIL. I vote for the latter.
However, I DON’T need PackRat detox, thank you very much. I am perfectly in control.
Just because I completed 35 levels in one week doesn’t mean there’s a problem.
Just because my nine-year-old, who has never actually played the game, but merely observed, can tell you exactly how to play, how the bidding strategy works, and which cards are rare, doesn’t mean I have lost control. (I’m talking detailed explanations, people. It’s sad, really.)
Just because when I loaded the dishwasher tonight and still had half a sink full of dirty dishes that wouldn’t fit in this cycle, it doesn’t mean I am obsessed. Had I actually loaded the dishwasher once in the past three days, I coud have avoided that problem, but I had sets to vault things to do.
Just because I’ve had the worst carpal tunnel flare-up EVER doesn’t mean it’s related to me playing on the computer for hours and hours at a time.
And most importantly, just because I’m dreaming of gathering like items while I sleep, it doesn’t mean I have played too long during the day.
*sigh* I am PATHETIC. And I’m going right back to my game. Maybe I can vault a couple of sets before I head to bed.