It's Time For Third Meal Which Is The Third Meal Of The Day Which Can Be Eaten Anywhere Between The Hours

It's time for Third Meal™ which is the third meal of the day which can be eaten anywhere between the hours of 4 and 12pm and is dependent on what time I have eaten "lunch" on any given day. Tonight's Third Meal™ is at 11:15 and consistent of the leftover box mac and cheese that I made for breakfast which I have put bread crumbs on and heated up in the oven, because I just wanted to feel like I'm eating something nice for once! Upon it's inception Third Meal™ was made illegal by the matriarch of the family because quote: "you shouldn't be cooking at fucking midnight." But Third Meal™ was decriminalized as it was a better alternative to eating junk food.

This has been a brief history of Third Meal™.

My life is a fucking ruin.

This is my life now.

There are some many of her.

Me drawing yet another skeleton:

(in anguish)

"the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone, the hand bone's connected to the hand bone..."

So I was redecorating a lovely little house from the gallery and this showed up, my sims don't have a baby. How did this man get into my home? how did he escape the confines of the crib? What are his intentions?

He is now resting comfortably in my household inventory awaiting sentencing, it feels wrong to just sell him but what else is there to do with him.

I know that the Magnus institute is most likely a fancy Victorian looking building but I was looking at 70s architecture in the UK as reference for a project and I realized that I've been picturing the institute as if it were built in the 1970s, like made from that very specific tan brick with random and unnecessary angles

Like this

Or like this

It makes absolutely no sense but it just feels right to me. I also think it's kind of funny, like the Magnus institute isn't some big intimidating spooky stone building in the middle of a modern street, it's just a crappy looking office building, I think that would be a little funny.

With all the stuff going on inside and the network of spooky tunnels underneath I should rightly be picturing a spooky place, and yet this image persists.

We must stop calling the alligator Loki, croki. It is not a crocodile, it is an alligator, they are distinct animals. I beg you, I implore you, do not do this thing.