March 27th, 2005

Roman

My sims existence

My sims have to get in their share of fun and social activity or else they go on strike. Won't study, won't play chess (unless they are knowledge sims and chess is fun for them), won't take care of the baby, clean up. I am constantly getting irritated at them because I have to keep these social and fun levels up and it drains their energy.

I think I need those doses of fun and social activity also. When I don't have them, I slug around doing nothing or trying to fill my fun quota by watching television or...heaven forbid...playing sims. When I don't have enough social points I go to coffee places. I get irritated at myself for the same reasons as I get irritated at the sims. Well, not all of the same reasons. I don't stamp my feet because someone else is in the bathroom. I don't put food on the floor because I had filled the counter with dirty dishes. And I don't burst out crying for no reason. Sheesh. Oh yeah, and don't get me started on the babies. Or the nannies. The last time I fired a nanny she hung around all day, swimming in the pool, grabbing the baby right when I wanted it to be doing something specific, like learning to walk. What a pain in the ass.

So today I have done very little writing. I am heading for a coffee place to see if that fills up a meter or two.
Roman

47,100 or so...

It has never really gotten easier. I think it would be easier if I had a more definite plot, a better one.

I find, though, that I am getting back into the mode of thinking of these things as I go through my days. Chances are I will have a better start the next time I try this.