The current banes of my existence
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Seriously. It’s gotten to where I have to leave my phone on a different floor if I want to get anything done. So, if I’m upstairs, my phone is downstairs. If I’m downstairs, my phone is upstairs. Otherwise, I spend hour upon hour trying to achieve 3 stars in whatever level I’m on in any of the three available versions of Angry Birds. I’m at the point where I’m about to email the software designers and beg them to stop making new levels so that I can move on with my real life.
