dirty little secret
For Christmas, my all too generous father got me a Palm (the Tungsten E2). I was grateful, especially since I had it on my Amazon wish list. I thought it was just one of those things I wouldn’t possibly get.
I usually find other ways to write down my appointments (big desk calendar, randoms pieces of paper and in my head). I am, however, beginning to use it to store birthdays I don’t want to forget, events in the distant future that might easily slip my mind, and things like that. I have also decided to keep all of my address and phone contacts on it as a backup to my cell phone.
But I must confess that what really has me hooked to my palm pilot is this evil game called Village Sims. It’s made just for handheld PDA owners who want their souls sucked on a daily basis. This ailment is similar to The Great Sims addiction of 2004. If you will remember, though I eventually cured myself by uninstalling Sims and later selling the program on Amazon.
Village Sims, you shall suffer the similar fate! Once I am done with you you’ll be out of my life for good.
daily life | sighclub January 10, 2006