Prison life, minute-by-minute. 9:40:25 I got your letter and book package today at mail call. That usually occurs around 4:30 PM Monday to Friday.

9:41:28 Wow, a whole minute has gone by already. Frankly, I think telling you what I am doing every minute is going to be a drag, but hey, whatever turns you on. We (9:42:29) here at Club Fed aim to please. I am sitting in my room, locked in for the last twelve minutes or so (9:43:45) as per usual each and every day. Basically, by 4:30 PM everything is pretty much shut down.

The hell with the minute-by-minute stuff.

So at 9:44:49 seconds it has occurred to me that you are being obsessive about my schedule. So let’s go for a half-hour type schedule. Ha Ha.

See, a half-page and still nothing earth moving or enlightening. That probably is one of the basic truths I have come to realize in the last eight years. On a minute-by-minute basis I am just like every other human being. I have to decide what I am going to do next.

Well going backwards, back to mail call, it was so nice to get the books and a letter from you. I also got a letter and some jokes from my friend Bob. Humor is in short supply here, so please feel free to send any and all jokes this way. It would help if you put them on a separate page since that way I can share them with others!

I almost broke down tonight and stopped in the chow hall for dinner. After eating in the chow hall for the last two months, I have managed to live off the commissary since last Thursday! That is the best. I just finished eating some of the refried beans, a 3 oz. serving of pink salmon mixed with some of the squeeze cheese, a few sprinkles of Mrs. Dash, and five chopped up Jalapeno peppers and voila, dinner is served. I now remember how important it is to stay out of chow hall. For example, at Saturday’s lunch they found metal in the Philly cheese steak sandwiches so they shut down the whole lunch line for over an hour while they broke out frozen hamburgers.

They usually serve lunch from 11 AM to 12:30 PM on a Saturday, but this one lasted until 3:00 PM. The bad news was that those people that opted to go to the Rec Yard instead of lunch got stuck there until 3 PM instead of being able to leave at the end of a normal lunch at 12:30. My friend Dave was stuck there and he is still in a negative mood.

I was lucky since I was able to feed myself and then ended up going into work for a few hours. I am listening to NPR as I write; they are doing the classical thing. The best part is that there are no commercials. I do not have to hear about all the stuff I cannot do or have. Two and a half pages and I have not started to work my way through your letter. Sorry this is messy but I have so much to say and I want to get this back out to you tonight.
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