Visceral | Chelsea Hinckley

I have a solitaire addiction. Should I feel personal shame or guilt about this? I don't know. But I am willing to admit it. I got turned on to it with the purchase of my new laptop, a true thing of beauty. I thought that once I got to school it would stop, but it just gets worse! The most disturbing part of the situation, is that I am very ridiculously good at it. I can win nearly ever game in under a hundred seconds- that is not too shabby. Every night I tell myself, Chelsea, just go to bed. But every night it's the same thing. That little blue light on my desk lures me into sweet seduction and before I know it am in the throws of an all-out solitaire binge. I have decided many times that the only way that I could possibly have an attempt at normal life is to give up solitaire. I come away from it worse than I started. My eyes stop focusing after a while. A girl possesed- the green screen eats away at my thoughts until I have none left. This ravenous monster of glut must be stopped. Curse you, solitaire, curse you.