KenKen

It's a gateway game.

No, scratch that. It's the game that will ruin your life.

I played it all day yesterday.

All.

Day.

I phoned in sick, stayed in bed, and didn't blink my eyelids once as I played game after game after game. I feel rather righteous that I haven't succumbed to Candy Crush Saga much in the same way as other people say I refuse to Facebook, as if Facebook was a verb.

No, KenKen is for smart people. Like me. (I did say righteous.)

But how smart is this? I can't stop and it's ruining my life!

I used to have an app on my last phone and I would kill the battery by playing this game - which might say as much about my phone battery as my playing habits. I vowed I wouldn't get the app on my new phone and I kept that promise.

For a few months.

I downloaded the app on the new phone and played it from time to time. I found I could use it recreationally. I could play for a while and then set it aside. But, then, I don't know what got into me. I got stumped by one and down the rabbit hole I went. I had to have more. I was insatiable.

Next, I found myself making up rules. I'll only play one per day. I'll only play for one hour. I'll only play when I'm on an airplane for more than thirty minutes. But that quickly devolved into I have some free time - how about another game?

Ah, but it doesn't work like that. So I came here, to the church of Please Help Me Stop! Better to write about KenKen than play it or I might not surface for days.

Psst. It's free online. Free download, too, but then you're REALLY asking for trouble.

P.S. I was really sick yesterday.

No, really. . . .