You live at home with your mom.

I'm very tired, probably from only getting five and a half hours sleep. More on that later.

Today on the train I listened to a mixtape that had Dionne's Heartbreaker, Kenny's Lady, Melissa Manchester, and other quality gems. I felt like I was in a time warp, listening to the radio on a morning communte in 1983. Sometimes I wonder if people only knew what I was mouthing along too on the train, they would probably die laughing. But instead, keeping it secret just makes me happy.

So I fooled around with The Sims game some as soon as I got home. I thought "yeah, this is okay. I'm having a hard time getting the hang of it though." So I pushed myself away to go make eggplant cutlets with pasta and marinara sauce with limenal, then after eating she retired to the bedroom for studying and I valiently picked up the controller again, vowing to get Johnny Savage out of his mother's house and out from under her domineering thumb. This happened around 8:15 pm. I remember thinking "this game is so weird and sometimes tiresome, how do people get so addicted?" Then I looked at my watch and it was 1 am. Oh, that's how.

( Spike booty-calls Joyce and Xander has to sleep on the couch! Tales from Sunnydale Sims land with special slashy moments provided. )

I might have to start a separate SIMS journal.