Addiction is spelled P,o,k,e,m,o,n

It all started Saturday night. I downloaded the app. Pokemon Go. It seemed harmless enough. Not something I could really see myself getting into, since I've had nothing to do with Pokemon since the fourth grade when my mom got an email about how Pokemon were evil and made me throw everything Pokemon related I owned in the trash. I could not have been more wrong. 

Sunday morning:

I discover that my church Austin Christian Fellowship is in fact a "Poke-stop". I had a whole day of work ahead of me. By the time I got home around 1:00 pm, I decided to see how much time I had actually spent playing. The clock read 3.8 hours...and if that wasn't bad enough, it didn't stop there.

In the last three days, I've stacked up 8 hours on this game, and there's no sign of slowing down. I can't stop. What a rush! In fact all writing this is doing is keeping me away from playing. What am I doing here?

Two hours later

Phew, glad I got that out of my system. Alright, really this game is just fun. I've got my wife almost as addicted as I am. There's something really special about catching Pokemon with your wife. It's a closeness, I hope you all would come to know someday. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a phone screen to stare at for the next five hours.