To the creators of Angry Birds:

I hope you realize that my current addiction to your game has totally ruined my life in every possible way.  I used to be the queen of multitasking behind the wheel.  Texting?  No problemo! Putting on makeup? Too easy.  Talking to Steph on speaker while I'm texting Jay who is trying to walk me through a problem with my XM radio? What a joke!

My friends spent months trying to convince me that you were the best thing, EVER.  WTF? That's a stretch considering Diet Mt. Dew and extra sharp cheese in a can pretty much tops the list of what I consider to be genius ideas!!  Wait...Dexter saran wrap, liquid latex and gorilla duct tape are up there on the list as well.  **Usually, the simple thought of any of those things would send my endorphins into overdrive, but not so much**

Is this what happens to guys who can't go a fucking day without their playstation or xbox? I won't dare say I'm remotely close to that stage.  After all, it's only 4am.  So what if I've been trying to write this entry for 45 minutes.  I'm going to blame it on the green pigs who keep oinking at me.  Ugh!

The one thing that concerns me the most??  What happens when I complete all of the levels and obtain every golden egg??

Hopefully someone else feels my pain????? :(