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I should have taken my own advice, I know better. But did I listen to my inner voice? Nooooo. I went ahead and plugged in the little gem of a game into my PSP. See, Kevin brought home the Sims 2 for me. I thought, awwwwww, how sweet! Now I know it was all part of his evil plot to keep me out of his hair so he could watch NASCAR in peace.
Years ago, I spent four sleepless days parked in front of the computer. I did not move. I did not eat. I’m pretty sure I didn’t even pee. SimCity had its hold on me, and I couldn’t get enough of being the Puppetmaster. Kevin staged an intervention, took the game away, and I vowed never to get sucked in again. Imagine my shock when he showed up and handed me the keys to my own doom. Sweet?!?!? How could I think he was being sweet? Clearly, he did not remember prying my slack-jawed, bug-eyed, lifeless body out of the chair. He must certainly have forgotten the battle that ensued over the computer. He turned it off! He turned it off!!!!. I hadn’t saved my game! Luckily for him, I hadn’t eaten, so I was too weak to do more than threaten to beat him senseless. I slept for a week, and by the time I woke up, all was forgotten. Until now.
Sure, he got to watch NASCAR in peace this weekend. I, meanwhile, spent 48 straight hours drooling and fighting thumb cramps, because, once again, I can’t put the PSP down. There has to be a support group for people like me. Some sort of twelve step program. Go ahead and laugh, Kevin. Sooner or later, I’ll beat this damn game. And if I don’t, well, then it will be up to you to pry me off the couch and dump me in the shower. I hope you’re happy.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my Sim is jonesing for a fix.