World Traveler IQ, I Can't Quit You

The last thing I have time in my life to do is waste time. My kitchen floor hasn't been mopped in weeks, I've got two loads of laundry to fold, I have yet to put together one scrapbook for either princess (and Princess E is five), and I have yet to prepare this week for teaching Sunday school.
So what am I up at this hour doing? Playing a stupid Facebook game.

I have become addicted to World Traveler IQ, so much so that I'm actually spending time studying maps of the world online to up my knowledge of world geography - which is not the best. If you haven't played it yet, it's a simple concept - on a world map, a city/country combo pops up, and you have to click on the map where you think that place is. You're given points based on accuracy and speed, and you can only progress to the next level when the game decides you've earned enough points to master the level before (sounds suspiciously like Scientology to me - I totally bet Tom Cruise is behind this).

Problem is, the map they give you is teeny - you can't even see some of the islands they ask you to identify, so anytime they throw out a Caribbean island, I just click somewhere in that vicinity of the world and hope I hit something. If you're gonna ask me to identify something, make it large enough for me to actually identify, okay?

So why can't I ditch this ridiculous game?

1) I'm a competitive freak, and since I'm too old/broken down to compete in dance anymore (honestly, if I was a horse, they would have shot me by now), and there's no quick diaper change competition I've found (yet), this is all I've got. And they're totally goading me - how dare they tell me I'm not smart enough to advance to the mega-super-hard-your-brain-will-explode-if-you-try-this level. Dang it, if I want my brain matter to run out of my ears, this is a free country!

2) I actually am learning an awful lot about world geography. It's fascinating, it's totally pathetic how little I knew when I started, and it's still pretty pathetic how little I know even after obsessing over this game.

3) This guy challenged me. Oh no you dih-dunt. Don't you be talking smack to me about beating me at a game - see point 1 above, mister. You wanna throw it out there, you better bring it.

4) Uh, not only is the aforementioned guy bringing it, he's currently kicking my tush. This simply will not do.

Lawd have mercy - somebody call Dr. Drew - I need an intervention.