World of Warcraft

The Husband is evil. Ok, so not PURE evil, just a little evil. Evil in a good way. Evil enough to be considered not good, but not really bad at the same time.

Steve introduced me to World of Warcraft. For years, people have been telling me I'd love it. That I'd have a great time playing it. That I'd be obsessed with it in my first week. Well, it happened. Steve's been playing it for a while now, and bought me my own copy the other night. He installed it for me, showed me how to set up a character, taught me a few of the controls, gave me two gold and sent me on my way. I'm only a level six Dwarf Rogue, but it's fun. And it's addicting.

I got home from work last night and started playing around five thirty. I stopped playing when my computer crashed at six thirty, and honestly wondered where the hour had gone.

This could be very dangerous.