now you can panic

I'm being held hostage!

It's a travesty!

I got up, had a shower, called a friend, then headed about two steps down the hall before I was stopped by men in masks.

Then a voice from overhead (through the intercom type thing) decided to warn us that (starting on my floor) they were going to be doing a mosquito spray.

We're not allowed to leave for two hours!

There's only only fifteen minutes left, but it might just be the longest fifteen minutes of my life.

The cruel irony of it all. My appetite just came back this week and now I'm stuck in my room dreaming of lunch, mourning for the loss of breakfast (incidentally my favourite meal of the day.)

One part of me is saying 'go scary men in masks – kill the beasts!' but the other part is saying 'boo to the scary men in masks – I'm hungry!'

I'm torn.