Minesweeper. Or why you should just play Freecell...

Day 1 7:30 PM:
I start a game of Minesweeper on Expert for something to do. After three games I begin to see the paterns, I understand the mechanics. More games go past and I keep hitting the mines. I need rest.
Day 2: 11:00 AM:
For 2 solid hours I am clicking the mine field, my only guide a series of multicolored numbers. I get close. I can taste victory. Then tragedy. I hit a bomb. I need a break.
Day 2: 2:53 PM:
IM SO CLOSE! I've gotten down to just ten mines twice now before making a mistake. The game is taunting me. It gives me numbers but they lie. I'm forced to just guess at where the mine might be. The pressure is getting to me.
Day 2: 11:47 PM:
Losing hope. I've yet to win a game and it's been more than a whole day of solid Minesweeping. I'm begining to think I cannot win. I will play for one more hour.
Day 3: 11:22 AM:
THE NUMBERS ARE EVERYWHERE. Last night I dreamed. Like a curse I kept losing Minesweeper game after Minesweeper game in my head. And all the while that smiley face is laughing. I made a bowl of Lucky Charms and I didn't see marshmallows and cereal. I saw mines and tiles. With nothing to do, I plan on beating this game.
Day 3: 4:24 PM:
In a brilliant 551 seconds of minesweeping intensity I have won. The last few clicks were just luck. Thankfully the laws of probability were on my side this day. Finally I've broken the curse. No longer am I a slave to that game. No longer am I a slave to those mines. And no longer am I a slave to that smiley face. No. I am the champion. I am... The Minesweeper...