Nae patience!

My mother was right: I have nae patience.

The Sims isn't working out for me. They're bloody irritating, demanding little bastards, and it's awfully stressful. It's done nothing for my self-esteem. I believe I may be losing credibility with the better half because of my inability to keep my Sims even vaguely content.

Who needs this crap? Isn't it enough to have to drag yourself out of bed for work, do the cooking and cleaning, and worry about the bills in the real world, without having the same dreary routine in a bloody game as well?!