The Boston Globe as methadone nurse
Last weekend, after years of averting my eyes from the devil’s handiwork, I tried a Sudoku puzzle. Predictably, I became addicted almost instantaneously. At 6:30 this morning, when my beau brought me coffee, I reached for the puzzle I hadn’t been able to finish before going to sleep and realized I was in trouble. But I finished it and got dressed and realized that the fact that I do the puzzles on little 3×3 squares of paper ripped carefully from the morning paper will save me. The thing is I’m getting faster and they only PRINT ONE PUZZLE A DAY. I can deal with this. I can make myself believe that Sudoku books or websites do not exist. The Boston Globe will manage my dosage, allowing me to retain the hope of keeping my job. Thank you, dead-tree old media. Thank you for having limits.
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somecat
February 11, 2009 @ 4:50 pm
Whats the matter? Out of dead kitten jokes. I assume this was an atempt at humor. obout as funny as ” The Boston Herald as dialisis machine.