Bum Deal. It is now 11:37 PM. So much for writing a bunch each day.

I sort of thought I might actually write some tonight during the all-night jazz show, which starts at midnight. I am sort of watching Law and Order through the cell door window.

Why, you might ask? Oh you didn't. Well, today was another one of those fucked up days here at Club Fed.

One strange update on the shit storm in the Rec department: this morning they decided to strip and wax the pool room area. This was being done by the ACE class (ACE stands for Adult Continuing Education). The point is the floor was just stripped and waxed four weeks ago. Money down the drain.

Anyhow, the SV decides we all have to stay out of the area. So at 9:00 AM I come back to my temporarily single cell and pile into my comfortable bunk; comfortable because my mattress, that I inherited when my cellie went to the SHO, has five pillows sewn into it. Well, I think that is why it appears twice as thick as my old mattress.

While reading James Bond and dozing, I managed to pass the time till 10:30 AM. Then, feeling ambitious, I cooked some lunch. I made a full bag of rice, two cans of mackerel, and some pickled vegetables into four wraps, and still had extra rice mix left over. I ate two of the four wraps so far.

Then I found out that there would be no afternoon work call and we would be locked in our cells while they did some work on the fence. So more lying around/sleeping/reading. God bless the single cell.

Then I go down to Rec at 5:00 PM, take care of some clerk stuff, and do six laps. Another inmate mentions that one of the Rec cops stopped by the tool room last night and asked them how things were going.

He told them how the SV was riding them and he mentioned that things seemed to be OK back here except for "the heat Pete is getting."

The cop answered that it was a bum deal and all he could say was he knew it was not true what SV was mad at me for.

That is certainly a cryptic response.
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