Second Life – Because the First Life Wasn’t Enough
That whole "getting up early to go for a bracing walk in the winter sunshine" thing? Didn’t happen. The writing of the novel? Didn’t happen either. Fixing the car? Nope – although Terry says he thinks he knows what’s wrong with it and that’s good enough for me. In fact, I haven’t done any of the things I said I’d do in my last entry* – well, other than the "sleeping" bit, anyway. I’ll give you a moment to recover from the shock of that revelation:
So, what have I done since last you heard from me? Well, given how totally on top of things I am in my real life, I decided that one life wasn’t enough, so I got me another one – a Second Life. In my second life (It’s a computer game, by the way, just in case you’re not keeping up at the back there) I’m known as Amber Isachenko, which I keep reading as a sentence: Amber Is A Chenko. Geddit? In addition to being a "chenko", I also have a blue face. Why do I have a blue face? Who knows! I have a kind of crappy outfit, too, even although I spent hours tweaking my appearance, and I have a weird kind of sticky-uppy fringe, which is ironic, because when I was a teenager, I used to use wet look gel to stick my fringe up just like that. GOD.
Here I am (sans blue face). What a babe, no?
Terry has a second life, too. In his second life he is called Epiphany Nurmi (don’t ask), and looks a little bit like Pete from Big Brother. Now we will be able to meet up with each other inside the computer box and, I dunno, maybe build a house together and laugh at all of the women in see-through tops who seem to inhabit the place? God, we live exciting lives, we really do.
Anyway. Enough of this chatter. I have a second life to live now. You all should get one too…
* I did manage to buy five Christmas presents, though. And only two of them are for me!