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crisis points

I whipped off all the bedclothes, the sheets and everything. I took out all the laundry I wanted to do, all the things needing washed, including the jeans I've only worn once and the tops I haven't worn but that could use a little dryer tightening action. I drew up a plan to clean the room in its entirety while my stuff was washing, so that I could sleep on clean sheets in clean pajamas in my clean room.

Then I went out, got robbed by two guys in an alleyway, came back with no credit card and over a hundred dollars poorer, collapsed in powerless angst on my naked bed, got some AIM comfort from the one person I probably shouldn't have talked to in that mood, was offered a drink, went out, had it, was offered another, had it, was offered a few drags from a cigarette, took them, came back, figuratively and literally slept with my escort.

Thanks, Justin.

So now I'm back here, my room is even worse than it was before I started "cleaning" it because I got interrupted midway, my hair is horrific, my eyes are bloodshot from sleeping in my contacts, my throat hurts in a way that is disproportionate to the amount of actual smoke I inhaled, I feel terrible about relapsing into Justinland and I'm exhausted but! Can't sleep on this bed with its non-sheets, everything all mixed in the hamper now, nothing clean, nothing washed, nothing I can wear to class, if I even go.

I feel horrible, I feel horrible, I feel horrible. I also feel powerless and probably too stupid to function in a big city. San Francisco is going to swallow me up. I'm going to die there, probably, if I can't even walk through my own city without confronting that type of danger.

"You're lucky you didn't get raped," says Hugh.

And how it all started was that I got off at the wrong Metro stop, a completely ridiculous mistake for someone who rides the Red Line several times a week. It's not that I don't know I'm supposed to wait till Judiciary Square to minimize my walking distance; the train was really crowded with conventioneers, I couldn't see the signs at the stops, so I tried to count backward from Bethesda, I counted stops and waited till I thought I was twelve stops from my starting point, then got off, but I guessed wrong. I was three stops off, incredibly, I'm that bad of a guesser, so I ended up walking back a longer distance through a less safe neighborhood, and you know the rest.

*

I gave up on trying to figure out what to do about the Tetraults. I scrapped Emerald Forest and built a newer, more upscale towneshippe, Emerald Pointe. Sixteen original couples instead of eight, which should stave off Tetrault Syndrome a little bit longer.

[arroyo]

Benicio (BRO) (GRA) (M)
Heather Lane (BLO) (LBL) (F)
Jagger (BRO/blo) (LBL/gra) (T)
Skylar (BRO/blo) (LBL/gra) (T)

[carradine]

John (BRO) (BRO) (D)
Rachel Bruin (BRO) (BRO) (D)
Chelsea (BRO/bro) (BRO/bro) (D)
Jax (BRO/bro) (BRO/bro) (D)

[cassidy]

Brennan (RED) (GRA) (T)
Opal Hood (BRO) (LBL) (T)
Shea (BRO/red) (LBL/gra) (T)
Jaden (BRO/red) (GRA/lbl) (T)

[corcoran]

Jonathan (BLO) (BLU) (F)
Creagh O'Learn (RED) (BRO) (F)
Keenan (RED/blo) (BLU/bro) (F)
Auden (BLO/red) (BLU/bro) (F)
Cillian (BLO/red) (BLU/bro) (F)

[cox]

Beckett (BLO) (GRE) (F)
Kelly Robbins (BRO) (BRO) (M)
Kyan (BRO/blo) (BRO/gre) (T)
Mia (BRO/blo) (BRO/gre) (T)
Tristan (BRO/blo) (BRO/gre) (T)

[jin]

Michael (BLA) (BRO) (F)
Ariel Punhong (BRO) (BRO) (F)
Jamie (BLA/bro) (BRO/bro) (F)
Trevor (BLA/bro) (BRO/bro) (F)
Ellington (BRO/bla) (BRO/bro) (F)
Olivia (BRO/bla) (BRO/bro) (F)

[kennett]

Charles (BLA) (BRO) (D)
Leigh Rodman (BLO) (LBL) (T)

[lesesne]

Jacques (BLO) (BLU) (T)
Veronique Gauthier (BLO) (GRE) (T)
Mariclaire (BLO/blo) (BLU/gre) (T)

[lightfoot]

Whitten (BLA) (BRO) (M)
Wren Dancer (BLA) (BRO) (M)
Weston (BLA/bla) (BRO/bro) (M)

[miranda]

Galen (BLA) (GRA) (M)
Maribel Fernandez (BRO) (BRO) (M)
Alicia (BLA/bro) (BRO/gra) (M)

[o'hara]

Evan (RED) (GRE) (F)
Alexandra Churchill (RED) (GRA) (F)
Ashley (RED/red) (GRA/gre) (F)
Ethan (RED/red) (GRA/gre) (F)

[rockmore]

Samuel (BLA) (BRO) (D)
Stephanie Carlton (BRO) (BRO) (D)
Samantha (BLA/bro) (BRO/bro) (D)
Sterling (BLA/bro) (BRO/bro) (D)

[sakura]

William (BLA) (BRO) (T)
Aoki Matsumura (BLA) (BRO) (T)
Justin (BLA/bla) (BRO/bro) (T)
Matthew (BLA/bla) (BRO/bro) (T)

[trapier]

James (BLA) (BLU) (T)
Jai Alban (BLA) (BRO) (D)
James-Michelle (BLA/bla) (BLU/bro) (M)
Jasmine-Lea (BLA/bla) (BLU/bro) (M)

[willett]

Richard (RED) (BRO) (D)
Naima Craig (BRO) (BRO) (D)
Amaya (BRO/red) (BRO/bro) (D)

[zorzos]

Christopher (BRO) (BRO) (M)
Andromache Redes (BLA) (GRE) (M)
Avril (BLA/bro) (BRO/gre) (M)
Calixte (BRO/bla) (BRO/gre) (M)

*

I don't know why it makes me feel so very relaxed, doing that. Their names are like a mantra, meaningless but calming; I have complete control in exactly one area of my life, and that area is, of course, Emerald Pointe.

Outlandishly, every Sim derives more pleasure from a game of Red Hands than from WooHoo, or any type of foreplay. This is just ridiculous.