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Oh. So that's what sudoku is.
Sometimes, there's a real danger that if enough of my flist took up crack, I'd probably do it too.
Just a question. Are you supposed to suddenly believe your life has no meaning if you can't beat the hard one in under seven minutes? I'm just saying, being on the verge of tears when it hits seven oh one is a little disconcerting.
This is brought to you from hell. I'm going to go--*points*--try again. I might cry.
Oh. So that's what sudoku is.
Sometimes, there's a real danger that if enough of my flist took up crack, I'd probably do it too.
Just a question. Are you supposed to suddenly believe your life has no meaning if you can't beat the hard one in under seven minutes? I'm just saying, being on the verge of tears when it hits seven oh one is a little disconcerting.
This is brought to you from hell. I'm going to go--*points*--try again. I might cry.
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From:I admit that once, I did steal a classmate's sudoku book with intent to attempt it. I ended up decorating the grid with doodlings of ivy and thorns.
But I find watching others obsess over the puzzles intensely entertaining. Perhaps it's the sadist in me. Who knows.
No, I haven't commented before. I may make it a habit in the near future, however. Your stories brought me here, your words kept me. Don't worry, I'm not stalking by any meaning of the word. Just interested, curious. Curiosity killed the cat, not the Kate.
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