Anticipation

I was gonna wait until my lunch time to post a new blog but apparently I have 1 fan and the wait was driving him mental. So I am posting an hour earlier. The pressure may cause this post to be less than stellar though. I blame my 1 fan.
I have to confess my addiction to Scrabulous in this post. It's not crack but the rush is just as good. It ties nicely into the title of this particular day's blog. I love the anticipation of making my next turn during a game (I currently have 9 games open although some people are apparently not addicted to this game and don't play all the time. I don't complete understand why they don't. Maybe they like crack instead). A 7-letter bingo is practically orgasmic. I don't actually ruin my underwear but I feel that if I ever get a triple digit bingo, I might do it. Happily.
I don't think I have a problem but if I do then that's...ok. Maybe one day I'll wind up in SA (not the Nazi Sturmabeilung Storm troopers... Scrabulous Anomymous... that's a great band name) and meet others like me. I'll complete the 12 steps and stop playing altogether. Some time in the future I'll probably be at a party and someone will break out there old scrabble board game. I'll be asked if I want to participate and politely but firmly decline. I'll be content to sit there and watch others enjoy a game that I once felt very passionate about. It will be a small price to pay but a healthy one.