Everything has its own special place where it lives.
There is a right way to do it and it doesn't work if I don't do it right.
When I'm done, everything is ordered and tidy.
I can make each one work.
aaaaaaaaaah, sudoku.
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Here's life at our house these days:
ME: Wife! I am home from a grueling day at work. Where's my dinner?!
and then: no answer, no dinner.
Just a lady playing some weird game on her laptop.
Miss Kate: Oh, are you home?
Damn you sudoku! Damn you straight to hell!!!!
As if I don't have to play enough fucking number games at work.
Don't you ever take a break?
This is a break from work, Sylow! Sparklecynic and I just had this conversation:
"Would you rather me obsess about this or about my job?"
"This. this is better. this."
Besides, it's a great sobriety test... If I get stuck and can't figure it out, then I definitely shouldn't drive ;)
My head...is...going...to...explode. Paintergirl cannot handle this game. Perhaps I just need to relax and try this again.
No. NO! You did NOT just post this site. I did NOT just come across this site.
(...back away...pretend you didn't see it...)
Shit.
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