I got up at eleven AM. For some inexplicable reason I'm torturing myself, trying to get back into this ridiculous routine. The idea's not ridiculous; it's probably the best thing for a human, besides diet and caution. But...the feeling it gives me is ridiculous; always leaving me even more exhausted than usual. The burning eyes, the spinning room, the flashing lights, the nausea, the dizziness, the sensation my mind is still asleep while my legs run forth. It gives me the whole package. And yet, I insist that eleven AM is sleeping in. Oh, man, all I want is to sleep the day away like I used to. It was sooo relaxing. Depressing, sure, depressing as hell, but at least I could get through the day without falling asleep at the table.
Maybe 30% of the day was passed by Simming. Last night I chanced across a cheat called BuyDebug, which gave me quite a few milestones of leverage in the alchemy career. I now know what complete power feels like. Yes, it's pathetic to get it from a game; but today my Sim concocted Zombification and sometime, maybe tomorrow, I'm going to cause an apocalypse and wreak havoc on the town! And this BuyDebug cheat also gives me the option to lay spawners for fish, plants, mushrooms, gems, you name it; and I rocketed from one moonstone to seven. I also got eight sunstones now. I'm only three moonstones away from completing my own little wish - to have ten of them. They're an ingredient for the Bottled Lycan's Bite as well as the Bottled Witch's Brew, so I really only need two moonstones. I'm thinking once I have acquired eleven moonstones, I'm going to revive my gem-cutting ghost and have her chop one up into a pretty display. I used to loathe the idea of cutting up something so rare; but now that two are appearing each night, I would love to see how it looks. In addition they can bring up the value to one or even seven thousand dollars! Plus they sparkle off the walls, so I bought a display case and put them on stands and pillows. Wonder if I can edit their styles, too?
I also put Deathfish, Luminous Salamander and Fairy Damsel spawners into the pond at the back of the science lab. Apparently "Buy On This Lot" doesn't appear in the ocean, so I needed a body of water inside the grid. My little virtual world was not growing Glowing Orbs, nor was it producing the aforementioned fish in the water; so I cheated and put them there myself. Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands, I guess.
My graveyard is growing. Eric Peters The First is the next to die, but he's my alchemist. Thankfully he's going to keep his skill mastered as a ghost, just like his fishing-master sister and his gardening-master sister-in-law. Two Sims have died from transmuting gold, and their deaths were without a single doubt the funniest Sim-deaths I have ever seen. The woman died first, trying to run away from the Philosopher's Stone. She was looking over her shoulder. Then the man died, looking ahead in absolute terror, shielding his face with both hands. So, I created a little room just for solidified Sims, and now it looks like she's about to crash into him. It's pretty comical.
And if I ever get bored of them; they are solid gold, selling for fifty grand each. But I like how it looks like an impending collision, so I might keep them. Sure, it bumps up the bills to the thousands, but heck, they already have almost three hundred thousand; so I guess it'll take a long while before it starts to put the strain on them. And I can probably just move the statues to the graveyard. Maybe that would drop the cost of the bills and let me keep the statues, too...I don't know. I've never had a Sim fill their own veins with gold before. I suppose it's kind of like Lady Deathstrike, when Logan fills her with adamantium and it cools inside her bloodstream and turns her into a rock.
Eric has every ingredient required for every alchemy recipe. It's awesome. With him, I can do anything. I already cured his vampirism, because I was tired of having him housebound during the day. They don't really do much, other than read minds and rob the supermarket anyway.
Let's see...Well, speaking of X-Men, I was able to catch a few snippets of Origins today. I ate a few times, and...I have been boring myself to death the rest of the time. I played some Facebook Scrabble, but that only takes you so far. Washed my hair, but hell, it'll probably be gross again by tomorrow. My glasses sure don't stay clean long; I cleaned them and had to do it again an hour later. My brother says they're not dirty, they're just horribly scratched. So, there's a silver lining, I suppose.
I started and finished Alone At Ninety Foot in less than twenty-four hours. It's kind of depressing that my biggest achievement is whipping through a book so fast, but at least if I had been studying for a test on Pamela Collins, I'd have aced it.
Well, there's probably nobody out there reading this. It'll probably be a week or two old before it gets a view that isn't from me. I'm boring you, I'm boring me, and my book is going nowhere if I'm writing here. Well, my book isn't really going anywhere if I'm writing it; but that's not the point. I think I'll go eat again, maybe watch the second movie lent to me. Or maybe I'll peruse YouTube again, or go to bed early. Or...whatever. Like Pamela, I will cross that bridge when I get to it; and hope nobody pushes me off.
