(With apologies to Haley Joel Osment, who by the way, turned 18 last week. Just in case you were feeling really young lately.)
This should be illegal. It has engulfed my life. And consumes all my free time. As of this past Friday anyway. I was up until 2 AM Sunday morning indulging in my newfound obsession. When I should be writing, I'm boggling instead.
They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. Well, I have a problem. I am completely addicted. I liken it to opium, not that I would know. Like right now, for instance. I cannot wait to finish this post so that I can go and play some more. Thanks, Xinh.
It has somehow melded with my OCD so that I lie awake in bed at night seeing letters in my head. And trying to make words from them. I have trouble paying attention when people are talking to me now. Also because of the letters in my head. I wish I was exaggerating. I now know that previously meaningless three-letter combinations such as a-n-a, a-i-n, and l-e-s are accepted as actual words.
It is my goal in life, dare I say my destiny, to finish #1 on the 4X4 board. Just once. My best finish so far is 3rd place. Twice. But I think I can do it. If I quit my job, completely ignore my friends, and dedicate any time that I'm not playing to studying the OED.
So my advice to you? Don't click on it. Don't go there. Trust me. But if you do, look me up. I go by Bone, not unlike here. And if you don't see me, wait. I'll be there. Sooner than later.
For now, I must go. Destiny calls. I see boggle boards. And I'm afraid Bruce Willis can't help me now.
Hmm... Willis? Sil... sill... lis... ill... will... ills... wills...
"I've got too much time on my hands. It's ticking away with my sanity..."