I have a confession to make. It's not something I'm proud of, but I need to get this off my chest.
I think I'll feel better once I've told you all.
I did something I swore I'd never do. Something I've been doing for some time now.
It's shameful. It's sick. I know I shouldn't, but I just can't break away. Every time I'm done, I feel sated. But it doesn't last. I need more, and I need it sooner.
I need help, people. I have to find some way to stop. I have to cure myself of this addiction.
I've just spent three hours playing Sudoku. I'm sick.
Please help me, because I can't seem to help myself.
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Hmm. I seem to recall a certain someone called Keri saying that Sudoku was for people who had no imagination.
Hmmf.
Hence the title of the post.
I feel dirty.
I don't know if we can continue to be friends.
I know, MBB, I know.
It's going to be hard for people to accept.
I mean, grow a hump on your back?
We'll still love you.
Start extolling the virtues of Brendan Nelson?
We'll forgive you (and I can recommend a really good shrink).
But playing Sudoku?
Some things are almost unpossible.
I haven't given up the crosswords, though.
I hate Sudoku, but I can't stop.
I need help. Zyban for numbers or something.
Crosswords are perfectly acceptable.
Even if some of us can no longer do them because of (legal) drug-induced stupidity.
Right there with you! Also, hence the awakeness.
I myself battle a pogo monster. Now I don't want to feed you addiction but I have to say pogo.com makes my heart happy. I loose lots of hours in there. ummm..they have sudoku
(ICLW)
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