Lo, how the mighty have fallen...
After years of scorning those silly Facebook games that clog your feed with desperate pleas for neighbors, hog pens and cream pies, I have fallen like a sinful Jezebel to the siren song of Garden of Time and am utterly and completely obsessed. Oh, I make excuses; just passing the time until I get into Pottermore; it's archeology and history, practically an intellectual pursuit but the truth is I am little better than a cheap social network tart, longing for sandstone and Roman artifacts. I'm sure I'll be back to normal soon but until then you can catch me at the Groovy 60's Flat or in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.