Lucky. My father and mother ordered me takeout and left in such a hurry I haven't moved from my fever. I am hoping to die any minute now. Perhaps they will find me lifeless dead and rotting in the living room by the time they get back. I believe it was a dinner they went out to. Meanwhile in the otherside of town I am pondering if I left my uncontrollable radio on? Has my neighbors mysteriously broken in to my apartment and are going through my things? Who knows I have a vivid imagination.