i feel a little bit like...

An open field.  But not in a good way.  There's nothing in this field; it's just empty space.

I feel like I have no way out and nowhere to go.

Whoop, pizza's done...

...Turns out it wasn't.  I gave it two more minutes.  It smells delicious, by the way.

But I haven't forgotten about my open field.  No, I have merely lost my train of thought.

Maybe I ought to just forget about it for now.  Relax, play the Sims, eat one third of a cheese pizza.  Yeah, that'll do me some good.

Oh, I think it's really done now.  Yup, it's perfect.

Lunch time...