Yes, I am well-aware that I have posted only 2 of the 10 days of my amazing , gloroius vacation that I am so unhappy to be back from that I have taken to snarling in addition to grunting in the mornings. While I promise I will post it as soon as minor hitches are sorted(Benedict for example might give snails a run for their money when it comes to mailing stuff. We are talking E-mailing here), there are some other awesome things I want to write about.
Like this game for example. Pathwords. I want to create a word just to say how amazing it is. Like fanta-stupen-impress-lous or even better(suggestions welcome). No seriously. I am in love with the game. More than coffee. It's as if all those years poring and memorizing word lists for my SATs have been preparing me for this day. Except that I never really remember or can spell words longer than 5 letters on this game. I play it ALL the time.
Ok, well not all the time. People keep interupting me in the middle of it. Like i am in the middle of this great streak, whacking off words here and there and someone comes in with work. W-O-R-K, 20 points! Then I have to stop and there's no pause on it of course, so i lose my brilliant score. Fucking not so brilliant geniuses who didn't put a pause button in there when they made the game.
And, then the worst thing ever happened. Like EVER. I made 580 points and this is like only my 3rd day of really playing this(I wanted to throw a party and eat a cake, except that I remembered I am on a sort of lifestyle change..more on that later). And facebook froze! went limp. unresponsive. Corpse-like. U get the idea. An, my brilliant score is not even getting published :((((((
I have been waiting for the last 30 minutes for the page to shake itself and post my score.
An, now i feel like Phoebe who was on hold for days on end for her phone to get repaired. I might just go in a corner an cry. That's how much it hurts (the fact that I am a competitive Nazi and a spoilsport is totlly irrelevant here).
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