Stupid Angry Birds (mean green pigs!)

So I should be blogging. Or editing. Or reading. Or revising. Or swimming. Or yoga. Or running. Or something.


Definitely something.


Instead, I'm obsessed with Angry Birds.

I usually make it my business NOT to play any kind of games on my phone, computer, etc. I know what I'm like-- a sucker for procrastination-- and I know how easily a ten minute game can become a half hour, hour, more. See, knowing is half the problem. (All I can think of is the cheesy after school music as I type that, I believe the phrase was 'the more you know . . . ', but I digress).


However, it's far too late. These unassuming angry little birds have taken over. I will now need to begin the slow process of either beating the game, or abandoning all hope for productivity?


Hmmmm . . .