A voice from the grave...
That's about how I feel, like something dead revived. I won't bore you with details, but 2008 has been a long rough year for me. I have come to discover that many things that used to annoy me are now counted as less than nothing when held up and measured against the real world. You see things very different after you spend any amount of time staring at your pulse on a heart monitor wondering if these will be your last moments on Earth. All the crap sort of peels away and you see what really matters. I finally realised that the Internet is the paramount venue for drama creation and propagation and that there is no way to fight it without being dragged on to the stage as a principal player. Something I candidly never wanted and am more than a little disgusted I didn't realise it until far too late. So I have started listening to my cat. She gives great advice, as cats often do. She sees the world in a very clear and concise way, it's all about her, which is only right, since she is the centre of the universe as far as she knows. Maybe I will make more things for The Sims 2, maybe I won't. But for the first time in many years I finally remember why I did all this in the first place. I did it to have fun. That's what I aim to do with the time I have: Have fun. Something I haven't been able to do for longer than I care to remember. So consider me retired from the thespian craft; my interests lie elsewhere, as they always did. Drama, like worry, benefits no one, achieves nothing, and is a paramount waste of everyone's time.