La cita delle ristoranti

Hello, my name is Angela, and I have an addiction to Facebook games.
(That's where you all say Hi, Angela. Or if we were in RENT we would sing to each other. In a perfect world...)

That felt good. Not really. It's sick. I need to stop, but I can't, not until I win. Want to know the kicker? You never win. Ever. It keeps going on and on and on and you're helpless to it's power. Apparently the games' only weakness is a healthy social life, and that is why I continue to spend my evenings at the computer, cleaning my restaurant and feeding my pet, Roscoe. It's horrible.

I used to scoff at these games, ignore all the invites my friends sent me, and just check my facebook only 10 times a day. I don't even know how I happened upon Restaurant City or Petville. I do know that I was overjoyed to discover that my co-workers had pets and we could all be neighbors. Then it all went downhill, and I believe at one moment I had 5 games I had to look after, each one more pointless than the next.

I blamed work. I mean, it's not very demanding. IMPORTANT? YES OF COURSE IT IS WHERE ELSE WOULD PEOPLE GO FOR QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT IN THE BEST LIVE VENUE IN SANTA BARBARA? (You never know who's reading this thing) I thought that if I had games to take up my day, the hours would pass. Yet they slow down the computer, take forever to load, and I can't even access Petville from my computer here. Did I quit then? No, of course not. Then I wouldn't be writing about this right now. Jesus, keep up people.

Even now as my avatar wanders down the street of abandoned restaurants, looking for coins or ingredients, I still keep it up. It's not like I'm enjoying this. I cringe when I hear the start up music, so why do I persistently check in every two hours? Sure, we have rehab for meth addicts, but what about facebook games? Where's my Loser's Anonymous?

I could just stop playing? Yeah, I suppose I can do that. It sounds weird, but I could try it. I might have to write out goodbye notes to all my friends who still play, but since it's really just my sister and two people whom I suspect are only participating in it to humor me, it won't be a long list.

Don't worry about me. I'll heal in time. I'm anxiously awaiting the release of Boy Meets World on Netflix. That'll keep me occupied for a while, so, that's not too bad. Maybe I'll take up needlepoint or baking. Either one will be perfect practice for when I become a cat lady. I mean, when I'm rich, famous, successful and living in a mansion overlooking the ocean while sending my security team to take care of the papparazzi hiding behind my guest house. It will literally be a house. Not a one room thing.