It's a virtual life

I just found out that my coworker, let's call her mm, is a virtual farmer. She gets up every real-life morning when the virtual cock crows, takes her virtual hoe and does some virtual hoeing, gets in her virtual car and goes down to the virtual co-op to buy some virtual seeds (you don't pay real money for them, do you, I interrupt, picturing a sort of agricultural Second Life), then returns to her virtual plot to virtually plant them. She is doing all this so that she can grow enough virtual crops to sell at the virtual market to make enough virtual money to do some other virtual thing, which eludes me at the moment. I feel OK blogging about this because when mm told me about this peculiar pastime I told her she should blog about it, but since she's so busy virtually gardening she doesn't have time for real-life blogging. So she said I should do it. Earlier in the day she told me about something else she does that is so peculiar I told her she needs to blog about it too, and again, she told me I should do it. Which I would do, except that I can't remember what it was. This is what makes me such a poor storyteller. When I went back to ask mm she couldn't remember either. Which also makes her a rather poor storyteller, virtual or otherwise. But wow, does she ever have a virtual green thumb--you should see the size of her virtual melons.