Wii = WHEEEE!

I am really lucky, for the sake of my job search and any hope I have of being a productive citizen, that I do not own my own Wii.

Because while the Wii is a fantastically fun time, it is a giant time suck that kills all hope for productivity.

For example, this is a typical night hanging out at Art's:

Art: What do you want to do?

Emily: Umm . . . drink beer and play Wii Tennis?

Art: Okay, but we really need to write the Metblog column tonight.

Emily: Wii, then writing!

Art: Okay . . .

Vigorous Wii Tennis ensues, during which I punch myself as well as Art at least once.

Emily: Oh no, it's midnight!

The same thing happened to me today when I was over there monitoring the condition of his sick cat. I planned to get her from the vet, feed and water her, and head home if it appeared she was feeling okay.

Then, all of a sudden, it was three hours later. And it was really hard to tear myself away. It was even harder not to steal the Wii and bring it home for myself.

Oh, and I think I'm getting tennis elbow. I am a loser.