That's me at the moment. Trapped within a cage. I have a cold or some other viral disease. My dad's friend is a nurse... With a big mouth. Something about an epidemic of the common cold or some crup like that. So I'm not allowed to leave the house. Not technically supposed to be on the computer, I'm sure when I get off of it they'll spray it with disinfectant. Like they did with my cell. Not like I could use that anyways. I can't talk. All I really want is to go out. Do something with my friends. So, I'm under strict orders from my vatti, "Stay in bed. Get some sleep. Get well cause I'll need your help when it's time to move." I'm like... ... ugh. Cause I really can't say anything. The last thing I said to him.. Before "ouch", was, "I didn't know you could read." Oh, the only reason I'm taking any of them seriously on this sick thing... is the list.. Matti Cody Vatti Dustin Adam Gramma Sharon Granama Jenny Jerry Lynna Dev Claude Skittlez Uncle Bichie That's the list of people who have come in contact with me since I've been sick... and have gotten sick themselves. I figure if I'm that contagious... Then maybe I should be locked away for a while. I don't know about the rest of the people... Because I haven't been able to get a hold of them. N even if I could would they still be able to hear me when I called??? So yeah. Right. So.... I think I'm done. Cause I feel as if I've been complaining for days... N I'm really tired again...