I have a new addiction. Quick! Call Candy Finnegan! I must be stopped. I can't help myself.
The name of my new vice is Scrabble. InfoGames Scrabble. I pop in my CD and while away the hours on New Delly. Time flies by when I'm playing Scrabble. I choose two computer players for my competition, an intermediate and an advanced. My rating is only 1002, two points above the novice category, making me 'advanced.'
My high play is 101. Try that, Scrabblers! 101 points in a single play. I dare you. I haven't felt this cocky since the Genius-Thumping Morons beat the Geniuses at Casa de la Madre during the big ice storm of ought-seven. Of course, the Genius-Thumping Morons consisted of moi and Scrabble-Unfriendly H. And we beat the Geniuses of the #1 son, The Pony, and my mom. Hey! They chose the name Geniuses first. Far be it from me to patronize a 12-year-old, 9-year-old, and 73-year-old.
Anyhoo, I don't want to break my arm patting myself on the back. Then I couldn't play Scrabble quiet as effectively. I must go. My addiction is calling.