Blame it on Bejeweled

I've neglected this blog. I'm sorry. I have all the good intentions, but, well, there, here's the thing . . .

Hi, my name is Mary and I'm an addict. It's a terrible disease. Eventually addiction steals quality time away from your life and loved ones. It sucks you in and consumes you until all you want to do is devote yourself to your addiction. It calls to you, lures you to its side with bright, glittering promise. "Play with me," it whispers in your head. "You know you want to. You think you can beat me. You're willing to try."

The ante always increases. You're never really satisfied. You keep going back, desperate to score. Higher and higher.

My dogs stare at me with pleading eyes. "Mommy, please. Don't do it. Play with us instead."

"One more time. One more minute," I promise. "That's all and then I'll stop. Just. Once. More."

I can't stand the disappointment in their little doggy eyes but the addiction has me in its thrall.

*deep breath*

I don't want to give it up. It's so much fun. I know I can beat it on my terms.

Yes. On my terms. I'll play but I won't let it take over. I can do this. Really.

Hi, my name is Mary. I'm addicted to Bejeweled Blitz.

(If you play, you know exactly what I'm talking about!)