Some kind of strange...

Been feeling somewhat absent this weekend. To the point that I keep reading people's write-ups of Wendyhouse, and wishing I'd been there. Then remembering I was.

I've in fact done lots of stuff this week, but it all seems kind of insubstantial looking back - I know I've ended up in a slump when I've been unemployed before, but I don't recall this kind of mind-sludge.

Been indulging my frustrated architect on the Sims and creating ornate mansions only to get bored before I get round to stocking them up with victims. Kris made a Me, that's a slut, and a Him, that keeps missing out on the lesbian orgies cos it's too busy playing on the computer.

I keep trying to find someone I look like. Nobody has ever visually compared me to someone that I can remember, so I have no idea how other people percieve me in terms of appearance. I'm sure I'm not that distinctive, or that unformed come to that. It's not important but it's another thing making me feel a little more ghost-like.