I am beset with an unassailable certainty that i'm a Sim.

I'm not sure what locked it in; it might have been the cabinet browsing or the flooring investigation at Home Depot on Wednesday night. It might have been the incessant obsession with the floor plans Russell drew. Maybe it's the surfing sites for sofas and tv armoires, or skimming books that offer advice and supplies for kitchen redesign. I've done many of these things in the past, but never with the explicit Intent to Use the Data on a specific house. Maybe that's the change, really. At any rate, it's fairly creepy.

I find myself saying mahur wabotany quietly in my head when i am chatting with Russell, or sool-sool when saying goodbye to a friend leaving my current place. On my commute to work the other morning, i caught myself thinking that i needed more friends to get my next promotion, which was critical so i could remodel my kitchen and get the Wolf Range. Somebody, anybody - tell me how to stop this?!?

At least my room scores are high.