This weekend, I want to write some letters. I like writing letters; it is an art I hope never fully dies. However, my poor little brain refuses to until I have the ‘right’ notepad. Which means that unless I remember to filch one from my in-law’s house tonight (they wont’ mind – there are others), I won’t be doing any letters this weekend. So here’s hoping that I remember, ’cause yanno… it would be nice to do something slightly more productive than non-stop Simming. And really, that’s all I want to do. I’ll go drag myself through a bath because my hair demands it, but otherwise… Sim foreeeever. I couldn’t tell you if it’s a slump back towards depression (’cause I’m enjoying myself), but there is definitely more flashes of annoyance and lack of focus. So Iunno… I’ll go clean up, and resume what I enjoy for now. It’s what weekends are for anyways, right?
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