My name is Jan Mader and I'm an addict. What am I addicted to you ask? Words! Big words. Little words. Squeezed in words and specifically...
Words With Friends!
I'd like to say I'm ready to stop playing but that's just not the case. I could play Words With Friends till the cows come home. I play in between reading my emails. I play Words with Friends while I'm in a doctor's office. It's better than reading magazines I tell myself. Who knows what kind of germs are on the pages of those mindless reads! I keep my germs to myself.
I play Words With Friends while I talk on the phone. I play while my husband watches TV. After all, I tell him, my mind is working while I'm playing my game. Your mind is just being entertained.
I play Words With Friends while while I drink my morning coffee and until well after bedtime. Time zones have become my friend.
And speaking of friends....some of my best play Words With Friends with me now. I'm hopeless. Not only am I an addict I'm creating addicts.
I'm sure at some point my new favorite thing to do will get old, but for now I don't care. Isn't that what all addicts say? I don't care. If 'it's not a problem for me so why is it a problem for you?
Gotta run now. I'm sure there's a word that needs to be defensively squeezed somewhere!