So Friday morning, about 7:15 a.m., I stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the water, and picked up my phone to play Bejeweled while I waited for the water to heat up.
You guys know what Bejeweled is, right? It's the game that looks like this:
Now, the fact that I played Bejeweled while waiting for the shower water to heat up is problematic for two reasons: 1) given my propensity for dropping my phones in liquid, this had BAD IDEA written written all over it, and 2) I'm a bit of a game addict, and I can't just stop at one game. I have.to.keep.beating.my.score.
But I started playing one game, and it was going really well.
And it kept going.
Normally, I "die" (or run out of moves) within about a minute. But this game? On this morning, when I had to be at work by 9? That game went ON AND ON AND ON.
It got to the point where I was standing there 10 minutes later still playing the same game (don't worry, I'd turned off the water so it wasn't being wasted). But I could.not.make.myself.turn.the.damn.game.off.
Finally, after about 20 minutes of playing (yeah, I have a problem. I recognize that) I realized that I should probably get in the shower. So I paused the game, hoping my phone wouldn't end the game itself while I was showering (because my phone has a mind of its own that is out to destroy me when I'm doing really well at Bejeweled).
Swear to goodness: I think that was the fastest shower I've ever had. I flew in and out to get back to Bejeweled. I'm sure if I could have seen myself, sopping wet in a towel on my bed playing Bejeweled early in the morning, I would have thrown stale Cheetos at my pathetic self. But at that moment I was so engrossed in Bejeweled that I thought of nothing else.
For thirty more minutes.
My average Bejeweled score is about 3,000.
That morning, I passed 10,000.
I passed 20,000.
I passed 30,000.
I was a flying Bejeweled beast! I was a game-playing machine! Surely the makers of Bejeweled would know of this mind-blowing scorage and swoop down and award me prizes fit for the Queen of Bejeweled!
But then, I ran out of moves.
And my game flashed a sad little "game over" sign at me.
And I sat there, pretty much dry at that point but with my hair still dripping wet, fingers about worn to the bone, exhausted.
And then I realized that I had approximately three-and-a-half minutes to get dressed, dry my hair, put on makeup, oh, and GET TO WORK.
But not before I took a picture of my valiant efforts first: