Naptime

It's noisy.  I'm going to bed.  The nursing home is, of course, just sending secret messages being mean to me.  You know, not to wait too long to announce it, but Andre Rieu's music group is sending secret message I say are mean but also inexcusable underground.  It seems it will linger and I can make fun of it in some way, later.  Well, you know, I just can't believe they turned on me.  I shouldn't look bad and be made fun of like I did something.  For instance, not all fat people, like if a pretty blonde who can lose weight, are made fun of.  I know they're just messing with someone like me.