i don't say much here because i don't see the point in it. but if there's one thing i want to get off my chest, i lament that i'm not seen, and once the 'detective' puts me back - if he can - i'm going to go right back to being bottled up. he's not even a detective. he sauntered off in our murder mystery costume and thinks playing pretend is going to get us any closer to sorting this out. i'm not even angry. i can't be. that's the orange one, i think. i'm just disheartened. i gave up a while ago.