No mail and I am lonely. 6:30 PM and it’s lonely in here. This is also the longest lock-in cycle since my Rec ended at 10:30 AM, and we do not get out till 6:30 AM tomorrow (Friday). Not that it matters much since the only thing I do on the Rec is shower.

I hate the lack of mail and other contact after over six years at Club Fed. This is a hell of a time for you to become silent. This is only mentioned for future archive purposes, to remind me of lonely times.

Okay, sure, you read it. But, at this point you seem to be pretty much immune from my whining. I know you give me plenty of support and it is not your responsibility to match my ups and downs. The downside is I am both the observer and the observed. Hey, if a prisoner makes a joke and no one hears it, is it still a joke? See what happens when my mind and spirit is deprived of any positive stimulation?

Some of the noisier ones have left, but I am not sure what their replacements will be. The good news is MTV has preempted the countdown shows for this time period, so we do not have all that noise.

I am reading a great book Killing the Shadows by Val McDermid. It is a murder mystery type but it has a lot of female relationship type stuff. I am off to read some more.

I just finished reading today’s NY Daily News and NY Newsday. Martha is sending more stuff from Alderson. She bitches about the food. Duh. For her that is no surprise.

The other thing of course is lack of my magazines, no junk mail, and it is way past my three week shrink meeting. Talk about withdrawal with a strong dose of sensory deprivation.

We are due to visit the law library sometime tonight or tomorrow. I skipped the Rec yard today in case they called law library at the same time, which they did two weeks ago. So the time drags on.

Well, tomorrow should still be a mail day so maybe I will get a letter? Who knows. I think I will mail this letter tonight so you should receive it the beginning of next week. Sorry it is sloppy but I am too stressed right now.

Okay, 9:00 PM and time to put some final lines on this and get someone to put it in the mailbox at the end of the tier. I finished my oatmeal cookie pack and M&M bag earlier tonight so I think I might use the last 6 oz. Ritz with some peanut butter and my last half pint of milk.

The book is still a real page turner, though I do not see how one could read any book without turning the pages. I am on page 200 of 480, so I do not think I will finish it tonight.

I still have no idea what is up with you since I have not received anything, but I trust you are busy doing the job of dad/husband/hockey coach/son/brother/frat brother. So, sometime soon I assume I will get a few minutes of your time. It must be nice to have such a busy life. Yeah, I am jealous but then again I sort of put myself where I am so I am not looking for pity (too much).

Hey, I’m just glad to have some money from Mom and Dad to buy some comforts, and this paper, pen, and stamped envelopes to reach out and let you know I am only wishing you all the best and (Argh, one more sheet).

There was an article about NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg finally showing up to visit that teacher in Harlem who purchased laptops for his class. The Mayor came empty handed. Well, what could a billionaire buy for the school class that has nothing? But somebody did send four additional computers. I forget now if it was Apple or Dell or something else.

Another thought is maybe getting Martha to fund a prisoner support system. A few of those millions that Martha made in a recent stock sale. BTW, I noticed she sold a bunch of stock recently and as soon as the paperwork was filed, the price started to drop. Like I always told my fellow inmates, there is no way any of the billionaires could ever convert all or a lot of their stock into the same amount of cash.

Well, that is it for now.
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