You know what

I'm only allowed in my room, on the couch facing the TV in the living room, my bathroom, and the chair closest to the fridge at the dining table.

I cannot enjoy the freedom of going outside for fear of spreading my nasty to anybody else.

I have not wanted Strickland's ice cream or a lemon meringue pie from Marie Callenders (oh and a shepard's pie mmmm) so badly in my life.

I am going mental.

Oh and my right eyelid is swollen again and I'm not sure why.

But life is good, things could be worse :]