Like many women today, I've been widowed before my time. The culprit isn't football anymore, which at least has a set season, but a more insidious villain. Video games. They never, ever have to end. Someone else is always online, or else there are games to play alone, but there are always games. Free on the Internet, cheap at the store, or purchased poison. Luckily, my dearest husband recognizes the dangers.
When I told him what I was writing (as he entered the umpteenth hour of Battlefield of the Immortals), he looked very sad and contrite. As well he SHOULD! But I should go a little easier on him. After all, he did just finish 672 straight hours of school and homework in the marathon of Maymester. But still!
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