If one should happen to come visit me as of late, you may only encounter "Muffled Misha", so named because she is suffering from a headache, lack of sleep for no reason and cramps, and hence has semi-permanently retired into her big fat blanket for the rest of the winter. Any conversation you address to Muffled Misha may be answered by the muffled replies that resulted in the richly deserved name, or no reply at all, which would mean either the iPod is on, or she has falled asleep beneath the covers. In either case, poke liberally with blunt instruments to recieve a reply. Be warned, do not attempt to snatch away her blanket unless you are willing to face the risk of losing an arm.