smokescreen…

**sigh** I guess I should stop with the smoke references. Lying in bed (again) listening to my roommates outside. Sang Yup is speaking and I can’t make out what he is saying. All I can hear is the tone of his voice, slow and soft, like a cat’s paw stalking it’s prey. If I only had a voice like that… Then Aaron starts to talk, and while he also has a soft voice, it is loud and rough compared to Sang Yup. At least he isn’t laughing; he has a nasal laugh like Fran Dresher…not as bad but it is a laugh that bothers me. I can pick out bits and pieces of Aarons part of the conversation. And while they are nothing but gibberish, my twisted and corrupt mind pieces together the plot that the two are building to get me kicked out of the house or to exclude me even further. Well enough with my paranoia fantasies…Do I want to get breakfast stay in bed all day. Or do I want to stay in bed all day starving myself, and then slink off in the night to find food.