Mafia Wars

Well, I've found a totally new time-suck. As if Facebook weren't bad enough, I'm now wasting every spare moment I have (and there are many) playing Mafia Wars, this silly little game inside Facebook.

I blame Tony. He had some "friends" on Facebook who got him involved and then he was having such a great time that I decided I'd play, too.

That was six hours ago. I have left my computer exactly twice since then, once to scarf an egg-salad sandwich and once to speed-bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies. And I wouldn't get up until I was completely out of energy points to do jobs. Jobs like robbing pimps and knocking over convenience stores, mind you, but jobs nonetheless.

To give you an idea of what this has done to my marriage, Tony just asked me, and I'm not kidding here, "Do you have a 9mm?" We share an office and all of our communication this afternoon has consisted of of absurd questions like that. Do I have a 9mm, indeed. (Actually, I don't, so he sent me one as a gift. Isn't he sweet?)

As we were driving back from the grocery store this evening (we were out of eggs and needed a fresh dozen for the cookies), he said, "Hey, at least this gives some purpose to our days!"

Sigh. This is what my life has come to. The only purpose in my life, at the age of 28, is to rush home to play Mafia Wars against my husband. I knew that MBA would come in handy someday!