As I lay in bed this morning, I tried to sort out my day on how I was going to get things done before I went to work. I will start the wash so at least that is going, then I will clean up the kitchen. From there I will do all the laundry today so that is out of the way. Jeez, two in a half days off and I am not great at getting things done. Well then I will be going to pick up Joey from school and take him to a babysitter, just to proceed to drive myself to the wonderful work world. How did my life get this way. I am not satisfied. I cannot organize my time wisely, and it seems no matter what job I get, I am not happy. But this one is like the end of the rope. I am working with people who seem OK with it, which really bothers me even more. Sometimes I think will think about why we play this little game in life, when we all know there is greater meaning to it. But only certain, really strong people, can find there way out of this cloudy mess, that we all have contributed to. When will I find my path?
So then, I thought, what if I were a sim? I would be under control of someone else at all times. I couldn't make the choices that I would like (or sometimes don't like) to make. I just do whatever it is my programmer wants me to do. It
would be so easy. Not to think for myself because all to often that is the most difficult part. I could get a job out of the paper with no interview!! My only danger would be if Judy Lautner was my programmer and she made me kill
myself in a kitchen fire or something. Just kidding. I was on a roll. I lost it. OH TO BE A SIM FOR A DAY!!
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