Musings on the inherent fallacies of curing one addictive/compulsive behavior with another...

...or, in other words, I so completely misjudged my own response to my addictions and I'm really fucked. The plan to cure the fanfic addiction by turning to FreeCell? Oh, it worked. Well, of course I'm not *cured* of anything, but I have at least started opening the FreeCell and solitaire games at work to relieve my boredom/stress/burned-out-syndrome/whatever the hell is going on, instead of pulling open a story and dipping into it throughout the day. Trouble is, I'd forgotten how *thoroughly* addicted I get to those games, and how easy it is to Play. Just. One. More, and what a friggin' time-waster it all is. And how sick and disoriented I feel when I've been at it too long... bleh. But! I am here to say, I am the Queen of the World when it comes to FreeCell. I cannot lose! I am superlative at that game, the pinnacle, the best, the quintessential player! In place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen... and all shall love me, and despair! Bwahahahahahahahaha.

See what it does to me? Eeep. FreeCell games completed today: 289. Admit letters completed: 1.