I used to laugh at people who called it World of Warcrack. And to be honest, I thought myself somewhat immune. After-all, being more of a first-person-shooter girl, it's not my sort of game and I hate the fantasy genre in general.

But, I fell victim to a pusher. And now, well... let's just say that it's not pretty.

I still have a job and a social life, and I get my errands done. But all my extra minutes are filled. All of them. Every last one of them. Plus I stay up too late.

And today I'm envious of Americans. Because it's MLK Day and the pusher and his friends are showing their respect for the dream by killing the Horde. And I'm stuck at work like a schmuck.