The Romance of Second Life

So, you know that kind of day when you wake up at 3:30 because you have a narcoleptic computer and you’re really behind in your work? When you know that your delays are impacting other people and you’re going to be responsible for their hell when you’re done?

When you login and just want to feed your horses while you have a chance and the system tells you that the owner of the land doesn’t want you to rez anything? When you look around you and, sure enough, that’s your stuff and your name is on everything and you have the right group activated?

The type of day when you run away and find yourself back in Italy and discover a romance? When you remember why you love this place because of that old boy meets girl, boy falls in love, boy builds girl a mediterranean town story ?

The kind of day when you spend too much time staring out to sea and then finally sit down to have a strong jolt of coffee? When you psyche yourself up for that last push to get everything done?

Me neither.

Leave a comment


  1. Reblogged this on Caledon: possessed of character and commented:
    Miss Ember cables her banker for funds so she can go on a romance voyage to the sim in Miss McMillan’s blog. Goes off to pack…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: