The Heroin that is Sims 2

It's awful. Horribly addicting. Especially with the new cheats. I must say it's yeilding some interesting families.... But I don't get any writing done.
I'll get flustered with my writing for a moment(it only takes a moment) And I'm in Pleasantview breeding genetic freaks and building insanely large houses.
This is awful, to say the least. It wouldn't be so bad if I were to manage playing the game for maybe an hour or two and then shut it down. But this seldom happens. As I type this I'm contemplating making some completely freakish new residents for the 'hood. Shame on me.

In other news--
Jim and I took a bike ride Friday to nowhere in particular. Ended up in Boaz. Came home through Soldier's Grove & Blue River. I squealgiggled everytime he hit a major bump. The weather was gorgeous. Even got some sun. I worked Saturday. We went to the mound Saturday night. We weren't alone for long, as an SUV full of kids pulled up with their ghetto-fabulous music. 4 boys and 1 girl-- up the hill they went. Jim made a joke about the girl being sore the next morning. I took 2 hours Sunday to write 2 chapters(thereabouts)-- got flustered and fired up the Sims. Shame on me.

I've got to stay better focused. And I'm also having fond memories of the summers I used to spend buried in a book. What happened? I miss it. Besides, I look for it to help motivate my writing.
Yes.