Have you ever had something... a book, a game, a story to write, something... that made it virtually impossible to leave your house? Or, if you were younger, your bedroom?
I have. It happens often, actually. When I was living at home, it was usually a story that had to be written, or a book that needed to be finished.
Once we moved out and had our own place, it was chores that I needed to get done (or avoid somehow) added on top of that.
Then it became a game, then a book again, then a chat site (IMVU) and now, I can see it turning into Sims 3.
Andrew, bless his gooberish little heart, couldn't take the suspense any longer and gave me my Valentine early:
I am tickled pink, I couldn't stop kissing him yesterday, and it took all my willpower to let him play it for right now, because I adore that game. I love the Sims in all shapes and forms, in all it's llama-obsessed glory!
I build empires on that game, dang it. EMPIRES. The last time I had a Sim game, I had close to 6 generations of Adamis and my own family graveyard.
So... if you don't see or hear from me for a few days, you know where I am.
Also... Superbowl party today. Yay. I AM NOT PLEASED NOR EXCITED BECAUSE THE COWBOYS ARE NOT PLAYING!!!
If they were... totally different story.
But they're NOT. Gr.
And yet... I will be going to watch whoever it is that beat whoever and the Cowboys to get to the Superbowl... and that means I will spend another 4 or 5 hours not playing my Sims.
Today is sadness embodied.