Funk central here,
tonight is the first night in more than two weeks that I have not walked. True, it is raining here, but that is only a part of the funk. I had this overriding sense of doom today. Mail call did not bring any bad news, and I actually got a letter from Dave, via the usual scenic routing. He was answering my letter he received back in June! He did not mean to take so long.
While admittedly my stress level is lower now, much less interaction is needed with staff (or inmates), and when I get funked, it is harder to break out of it because there are less options.
For example, today was store day and though I have cut down on soda and junk food, I will miss the $90 I was making in my Rec job. Since I actually had two six-packs of Diet Coke left of the six I purchased last week, I only bought two this time. Now I am funked out and better not rip through a six pack tonight. I did treat myself to a pint of Butter Almond ice cream, plus I brought a Hershey bar with almonds and mixed it in with the ice cream.
I went over to eat dinner at the chow hall and it was what they call Turkey a la King, and is one of worst meals. The turkey is the ends of the deli-type cheap meat, and the goo it sits in is not only lacking in any taste but is the consistency of wallpaper paste.
So I turned right around and came back to the unit and made a bowl full of mackerel and rice. I almost broke down and went with pepperoni and cheese wraps, but I am still saving this for a really low moment.