25 September '98 - Hi. My name's Heather, and I'm an addict. My drug of choice is SimCity. It all started innocently enough. I bought the game for 9.99 at the local K-Mart. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I had played SimLife, and to be honest, wasn't really impressed. So, I load up the game, and get started. My first town had a whole bunch of stuff, but I ran out of money and had to start all over. I built a second one, and then a third and then a fourth. I didn't save any of them, I knew they were temporary. Then there was Pickletown (or Pickleto, as it's known when it's saved). I knew I had something there with that fine little place. That was all fine and good until I started having dreams of little boxy towns and waking up with city planning ideas. In Pickletown, we've been through earthquakes, tornados, traffic problems, and a few generations of Pickletownies. I'm totally addicted to this stupid little game. I've still got Pickletown, and I thought about bringing in the game and installing it here at work (oh yeah, now *that's* a good idea - "I'll only play it at lunch" - sure).It's getting out of control. I finally weaned myself off of Diablo, and now this. I just had to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening. :)