Trading addictions.

So I'm a facebook whore. I can't stay away. At first, the draw was reconnecting with all the people I friended and lost in my many moves. Then it was Scrabble. Now it's Mafia Wars.

I barely even update my status anymore because any feedback I get on that might take away precious time better spent banking my money, robbing unsuspecting landlords and attacking other mafias. I won't even go into the shopping sprees where I acquire my many tools of violence.

I figured out today that my kids are suffering. Jos is begging for an email and a facebook page so she can join in on my obsession. Oops. Madeline has created a menagerie of clay sculptures in colors of clay we don't own, she's been "clay mixing" and forming friends while perched directly in front of the TV for hours on end. Double oops.

So I decided that I will only hit the internet when they are at school or asleep. Needless to say, I managed to wash a few dishes today, return some shoes, clean the cat box, and still spend about three hours buried in my make-believe world of crime and, uh, more crime.

My only hope now is for someone to take a hit out on Don Kempsey and end this obsessive nonsense. Ooh, ooh, I'm gonna go check to see if I'm still alive.