Continued reading The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. I just don't know what to say. On some level I really like it, it makes you want to read it. But there is also that heaviness and I keep reading less and less and now there is no way that I'm gonna finish it till next Wednesday.
I've felt really depressed and stressed out these last days.
So I continued playing Sims 2. That game has a lot of bugs. Might write an entire story - The Mystery of the Strange Delivery Man. Once upon a time there lived an old man, his wife and two sons. One early morning he ordered groceries. He waited for the delivery truck to come but it never did. Finally he had to go to work and the sons had to go to school. His wife stayed home and while she was busy about the house a delivery man appeared in their hallway. He just stood there and did nothing. Then after some time he started moving about, frantically, as if looking for something. He started to cry as if he was lost and with no where to go. He then started to dance (the radio was one). The wife decided to dance with him. Eventually as they were dancing he just vanished, disappeared as the wife just kept dancing. They thought that was that but the next day he appeared again. The same as before he just stood there and did nothing until he started moving about but this time he went upstairs to the second floor. He went into a small room and started playing chess. Everyone else went to bed but he was still playing chess. Eventually the old man woke up and he went upstairs to play chess with him. They played until morning when the old man decided to quit. And as he put the pieces under the board the strange delivery man disappeared as before. He never came back again, instead the next time a woman appeared. She too eventually went upstairs and played chess. But she didn't want company, she just sat there playing chess for days on end, no rest or sleep and no bathroom breaks. They thought that she would never leave but they were wrong. One day they woke up and she was gone and since that no one ever wanted to go into the little room and play chess. No more were they plagued by strange delivery men or women, only some times when walking through the hallway in the middle of the night did they catch the glimpse of a delivery man before he disappeared without trace as if he was never anything more than an illusion.
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