Hooked on Crack (or The Death of a Blog)

I'm hooked on crack.
WarCrack, that is. It's like a drug (don't start, kids!) and it'll eat up your life in small increments (if you're lucky). Massive increments if you're not. I've had friends who have lost hours, days, weeks and entire months of there lives to this insideous drug-- um, I mean, game. It's just a game and I can quit any time I want.

Now I don't have a Playstation. Never bought an X-Box. No video games at all. Oh, I WANTED to, but I stayed strong. No video games for me, because I know how I am, addictive personality and all. I would never get any work done, so video games stayed out of my house and my studio. It's like a recovering alcoholic who removes every drop of alcohol from their house ,(don't forget the cough syrup) I kept my home pure. Clean. Amish, almost.
I resisted the entire MMORPG (Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game) concept. It's evil. Evil, I tells ya! My "friend," we'll call him "Chris," has been after me for two or three years to play WarCrack. I said no every time. But I finally gave in and played a demo (a 10 day demo, what could it hurt?) because I had some free time on my hands and was bored out of my mind in a small town. Now I'm hooked.
The Five Stages of Warcraft cartoon by Dave 'Fargo' Kosak sums it perfectly. I think I'm already in Stage 4, God help me!

So if I never post on this blog again, you'll know why! So there!