go king yourself

i'm really getting into checkers these days. since i've been too strung out to write (due to such stressful episodes as "jackie meets the mortgage man" and "the mortgage man and jackie exchange harsh words"), i've been devoting my time to numbing my brain with games. first it was video poker. then crossword puzzles and solitaire. then i was watching jeopardy and keeping track of my point totals ("what is too much time on my hands, alex?"). word whomp has always been a reliable stand-by, as well as jt blocks, which, like tetris, tends to induce nightmares involving giant blocks and the inability to organize them properly. now, i'm on to checkers. and, let me tell you, unless my opponent is a seven year old kid who rides the short bus, i just can't seem to catch a break and win. perhaps that's the allure. perhaps i'm a moron.

as i've alluded to, i think all this game playing is the symptom of a larger problem. much like nightmare of the falling tetris pieces, i'm tired of trying to fit everything in my life together. the house shopping, the looming wedding plans, situations at work, missing friends, and old sitcoms, i don't see anymore. and then there are the mirror messes of my wardrobe and my groceries- so many purchases, yet not a thing to wear or eat. why would i buy a bag of flour when i don't bake? why would i get a low-cut tank top when i'm... yeah, never mind.

so, the more i play games, the less time i spend worrying about the stuff i need to worry about. which is why i think, after all is said and done, i'll be able to beat a nine year at checkers- and then i will move on to mah jong, purely so i can just say "mah jong" in casual conversation.