Mediocre Techno and Disembodied Faces

Sometimes I astound myself with how silly I can be. Why, WHY would I download Snood during finals week?! (Ooo... Snood. Excuse me while I go play a round before continuing to write this) It's sad, that like chocolate, watching re-runs of Frasier, and traveling, simple games are so incredibly addictive. Is it the mind-numbing easiness that allows me to become so immersed, or is it the pretty colors that relax me and pull me in further? In any case, I can't decide whether or not I'm terribly upset over the fact that every time I close my eyes before bed, all I see is Tetris blocks falling, Snoods exploding, or big neon Chain Reaction circles growing. Surely normal people think of, oh I don't know, how to attract boys, or how they're going to ace that test tomorrow, or even if that they skirt were planning to wear tomorrow is too revealing. Maybe thinking about games is better than thinking about the daily grind, but to be perfectly honest, as my eyes start to burn and my wrists start to show those gleeful warning signs of carpel tunnel, I must admit: I wish I were less susceptible to addiction. 

Now, saying something like that makes it seem like I secretly do heroin, but in actuality, I don't get addicted to things other than games. This is not to say that being addicted to games is somehow superior to other addictions (though it might give heroin a run for the money), because I feel like if I didn't have such a Snood problem right now, I'd be getting that beckoning computer science work finished. And that's what confuses me: I need to work on computer science. I in no way need to be improving my Snood score. Even as I play, I'm regretting the time I'm wasting while simultaneously enjoying every bit of it-- sort of like when I sleep past noon. Should I quite cold turkey, or should I methadone my way into a cure, playing less and less Snood every day? Or am I treating this too much like a serious problem? 

Snood does relax me, but it seems like it's gotten to the point of deterring somewhat from academic progress. How could I possibly look at java script when the soft glow of the Snood world tempts me so? Sadly, even as I write this, I know what I have to do...

I have just deleted Snood, and the world makes sense again.

Hello, my name is Sally Neumann, and I am a game-aholic.