This morning I gleefully installed my newly arrived copy of The Sims 3. Yes The Sims. Yes I know some people think it’s a ‘crappy’ game for casual gamers. Yes I know it’s a game that only girls play and thus I feel terribly stereotypical for loving it. Tough though, I like it. It’s my huge guilty pleasure. The one that I don’t say very openly, and certainly not when I’m explaining to someone what a big gamer I am.

It does rock though. I’ve played the first two for hours on end in the past. Usually they hook me in for a few months at a time then I realise the futility of it all and cast it aside. A few months later, I’m back again.

It’s silly really. I’m spending all that time living a virtual life, working my way up to a better career or a bigger house. I could just do that in actual life couldn’t I?

Mind you, I can’t brick up a room to kill off my husband. At least not legally. So it does have some advantages over real life I guess.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…

I’ve spent all day writing things and admittedly going to the cinema too. It’s 9.36pm. I’ve got a few hours before I go to bed. I’ve got all the Resolution stuff sorted for the night. I’ve got a busy, but good, day tomorrow. I’m going to play The Sims 3 for a bit.

You understand right? I need some proper downtime. That downtime is going to be used to play dollies. Yup. No matter how much I try to excuse it, it’s playing dollies all over again. Funny really considering I never actually played dollies as a kid! I liked Lego.