If you tend to get sucked into playing games on the computer, don’t read this post. Here, go look at this picture of a tiger underwater. (It makes that face to close off its ears and nose. True story!)
Okay. I found online Scrabble. At first, I thought you could just play it with friends, but no sirree, Bob—you can play against the computer. All I have to say is that I’m in big trouble because willpower is not my strong suit, and by the time yesterday was over, I had a sort of sick feeling from extreme overindulgence. I don’t even know why I did it for so long. Playing against the computer is anti-social; it’s bad for my posture and my eyesight; I don’t even want to think about what I could have done in the time I wasted.
After dinner, I stretched and said, “I’m heading upstairs.”
“Scrabulous?” Brandon said.
“Hey, at least you’re building your vocabulary.”
“I know,” I said. “And that’s going to be great for my college applications.”
But I slunk off and did it anyway. Today, the weaning began.