The smoke alarm in my house is too loud.

When I feed my cats, of which I have four, I give the black one, named Dylan, more food than I give the rest. Is it because he's black? If so, is it because of a deep-seated race issue I may have, or is it because I'm merely giving in to my superstitious side and avoiding the wrath of this dark-haired feline? Or do I simply prefer him to the other cats? Is he cuter? Is it because he is the oldest, at around 8 years old, and may need the extra nutrition?

The answer is none of the above. He is simply small and thin. Possibly too small and thin.

As my sister annoys the various cats that have finished their meals and my mother whinges about a recent shocking discovery (that Viva Piñata 2 is not much different to the original Viva Piñata), I sit here and write a blog, which I have titled 'The smoke alarm in my house is too loud'. Which begs the question: is there really such a thing as a smoke alarm that is too loud? While it would initially seem that the answer is 'no', because regardless of how rudely awakened you are by your smoke alarm, the important thing is that you are awakened, as opposed to burning alive. However, if the alarm is loud enough to deafen and/or disorientate you, then that's not going to be much use at all. Then it is too loud. My smoke alarm doesn't do that. So it's not TOO loud. But it is very fucking loud, and causes my ears great pain.

PROTIP: If you keeps your Sims in a hot tub for around 36 hours, they WILL catch fire. If they don't die, they will feel depressed, during and after.



As I continue to use this blog, my posts will hopefully become more interesting, as I will actually include notes on my day, my life, stuff like that. But nothing happened today, so I didn't write about today. So I shall head off. For now, have a nice night kids, and stay off the crack.