Well, I’ve finally gone and done it.
Last week, in a fit of absolute boredom, I broke down and decided to try one of those cutesy little games that people play all day on Facebook.
That’s right, I started playing Farmville.
For anyone who doesn’t know what Farmville is, it is this little “Sims”-like game where you are a little cartoon farmer, and you have to manage and grow a little farm. You can plow your fields, and then plant all manner of stuff, only to sit there waiting, sometimes for days, until your crops grow big enough to be harvested. Then you sell what you grew, and do it all over again.
And over again, and over again. For the rest of your life. Until you die, I guess. Maybe even alittle after that.
Those of you who follow me on Facebook have no doubt seen that I have become slightly obsessed, what with all my posts about needing my crops fertilized or for more people to send me some bricks so I can finish building my fucking horse stable (seriously people, I need like 5 more damn bricks… can someone for the love of God help me out here?).
The first week of playing it, I think it bordered slightly on obsession.
When you are waking up early in the morning JUST because you think that your Soy Beans are ripe and you don’t want to see them wither, it’s a pretty good sign that you MIGHT have a problem.
Anyway, after playing it for 2 weeks now, I think I’m over my initial love affair with it.
At least I’m slowly weaning myself off of it.
I mean, lately I’ve only been planting things that take 2-3 days to grow, instead of 4 hours like I HAD been doing. Now I don’t have to wake up at 3 A.M. to see if my crops need fertilizing.
Hey, baby steps.
Of course, last week I ALSO started playing Mafia Wars. I am now a level 27 Street Thug. If I can just get my Casino to level 2, I should be able to pull in enough money to buy those Tommy Guns so I can kill that rival gang that keeps robbing from my crack house.
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