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       After eight months of not playing The Sims 3 so long I was incorrectly saying it had been two years, not joking, my brother figured out the problem and fixed it. Just like that, I've been in gamer paradise for the past few days.

      I also found this amazing website where I can watch basically anything, with zero ads...once I get past the bandwidth overload problem. Tonight, however, it wasn't a problem...so I binge-watched six or seven episodes of Lucifer. I love the characters, the jokes, and the scene where one of the angels gets beheaded in the stadium and his head goes spinning through the air. It made me think of Penny from The Big Bang Theory, when she says, "I bet I can get a nice tight spiral on him."

      Well, actually, I didn't really care for Ella or Charlotte. Drop in the bucket. I thought maybe the former would become more than just barely tolerable when she lost her faith; but any Lucifer fan knows that was temporary. I gave it more than a fair shake, mostly because I cannot stand interrupting a marathon. I don't even like pressing the pause button. I found the show to be quite predictable; and yes, it is centered on religion...but I knew what I was getting myself into. Let's just say I thought the clip of Lucifer's devil face making Charlie laugh was the moment I decided to see it all the way through.

      Still, when Dan accidentally possesses the convict, can't escape the body, and has reservations about continuing to inhabit the body of a wanted fugitive...I kind of thought the solution was obvious. Dan should have killed Le Mec. Dan is a ghost, he would be unharmed, the criminal would die, Dan would be free. Simply blathering to his daughter in a park somehow alleviating his guilt and giving him leeway to heaven... Definitely did not predict that.

      And when Chloe was uncertain which twin she encountered, Michael or Lucifer; I kind of thought, "Okay, she's going to stab him, or cut him. If he doesn't bleed, it's Michael." Unfortunately that didn't happen, either.

      There are definitely some things I'd have done differently for the show. All I know, is that it feels so good to go back to stupid non-problems. After Covid this, death that, I've really needed to just nerd out. Between this post and my last, I lost an aunt to cancer, and a Facebook friend. Cause unknown. Now another Facebook friend is dying. Family communication is all buggered; apparently the people who are always so nice to me, have started this rumor that I'm a horrible person. And maybe I am, because it felt pretty good. So, whatever. It just tells me I have the right idea; trust no one.

      The good news is, I am more than one month off energy drinks. Life is much less enjoyable, but holy shit, I can actually get through the day without this burning desire to go shopping.

      I hate shopping. And I hate people who love shopping. I was so addicted, you guys, it was fucking crazy. The way I was going? $2,400 annually. Flushed away, quite literally. I mean, every sip told me it was worth it; but the math was devastating. So, whenever I start to crave, which has actually only been twice in the past month; I just do the math again. The craving goes away. I truly think I'm going to beat this. I think I already have. The best part? I didn't even have a support team. It's good news for my kidneys. And if I cave, well, then I'll go down in sweet fizzy failure. Still costs less than my family's habits...which I had to finance this payday, piss me off. I'm also the reason we can afford to do laundry every month. They don't chip in for that! And really, do you think splitting the cost of $100 three ways is too much to ask? At least it's actually for a good reason. It pisses me off so bad that we can't function as roommates. I can't approach them on this or anything else. Apparently I've fallen into some crevice where paying for the laundry is my obligation alone. And if I have to waste $250 on tobacco, a product I'm never going to use, then it's just my too bad. They paid me back...after he said he would make her pay and then I ended up confronting her myself, and she said it was all house money and the IOU she promised she would make good on really didn't matter. You know, I don't care if it all goes back into the house. I never said, "Buy me $250 worth of energy drinks! I'll pay you back. Well, I won't, but it's okay."

      Shit. Here they are telling me $3 for one drink is too much. No, we can't afford that, are you nuts? Tight budget! Now go away while I give myself cancer. It's sooo relaxing.

      They've tried quitting smoking so many times. Last time, the resolution lasted minutes. I'm the only one who's actually succeeding. Before I mentioned the IOU, she was ordering wine. She had the money to pay me back, and she wanted to get drunk. Oh, but don't worry, you guys. Her kidneys are fine. Because it's not the alchohol! It's the food! That's honestly her opinion. If she stops eating, and diets on wine, she'll get better. And the doctors? What the hell do they know? It's not like they went to medical school. The Lord will make her well.

      Ugh. Respect, to all the nurses out there. And if you want to poke a brain with a needle, to make the patient happy all the time, I'm available for experimentation.