I am in such trouble. I should never have gotten the Sims. I have this very strong feeling that it is evil, specifically created to take over all of the free time of every journaller on earth, then spreading to the normals, and then, once we are all completely immobile, staring unblinking at the computer without moving anything but our index fingers, the aliens will come down and take over the planet.

It really is impossibly addicting. People are always saying that this is like crack and that is like crack, but baby, the Sims are really, honestly like fucking crack!

The first night I played, it seemed reasonably entertaining, but I didn't see what all of the fuss was about. I started by making my family, the Semi-Callahans, me, Cynthia, Fran, JonDaddy, and the three kids, and then I realized that I really couldn't deal with a family of seven as my first family, so I deleted them and remade us just Kymm, Cynthia and Fran.

And it was okay, not terribly exciting.

The next night, I decided to create another family, the Biscuits, Russell, Hedgehog (yes, I have to be in every family!) and, when I saw that male figure with the rubber apron and gloves, Master, who was based on the Master at Nouvelle Justine.

Anyway, I put them in a house, and I didn't do anything right away, but waited to see what they would do on their own, and first they went around and applauded all of my decorations that I so carefully had arranged (thanks to Lucy for the money cheat!), and the Master went out into the backyard and started gazing through the telescope, accruing two logic points in like a minute, and it was really cool!

Then a bunch of people came over and they had a cookout, and it was really fun, and then the Master went into the kitchen to cook, and suddenly the stove caught on fire! He tried to put it out, but I realized that I had forgotten to put a phone in the house, so no-one could call the fire department. He tried to put it out himself, but then he caught on fire and death came and took him away, leaving an urn, that everyone wept buckets over. So, twenty minutes after being born, the Master was gone.

So much for logic points.

I was up until 2.30a with this. Any questions why I am so late with this update?

Today's horoscope:
Curl up on a coach with a favorite person or favorite pet and escape via TV, a book, a movie.

One year ago today:
No wonder over 35 isn't such a desirable demographic.

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