Tier Rat. Well it is tomorrow. 9:30 AM. The gates opened at 7:30 AM but I waited till they re-opened at 8:30 AM and showered and shaved (once a week) and then had to wait till the gates opened again at 9:30 AM.

So now that I can get in the cell, I am not going to call home. I tried yesterday but no one was home. It is too early and would be not worth much if I catch them half awake.

The tier rat thing got messy last night. One of the guys that was out for his Rec came down to torment the rat in cell 36. He threw water through the bars and then slid down in front of my cell.

The rat reached through the bars and tossed milk that ended up splashed on the bars of my cell. I had to wash the bars down to prevent the milk from drying and stinking up my cell.

This morning they started in with him again. Finally they are pulling him out. I wonder if they will trash him as he walks down the tier. The one tough guy is not here now though.

The TV is on Jerry Springer, then Montel, then another Springer. Good thing I scrounged up a few books. I am going to go read some. More to follow, though as I guess you can tell, without many intelligent life forms to engage with there is not much to write about. True, Club Fed was not known for its smarts, but here my lack of any interaction with anything human leaves me with little to write.

Plus, I am having a hard time getting into the "what I can do in the future" mood right now. A lame excuse, true, but with no incoming mail, little or no national or international news; well, there is just not a lot to write. Without much emotional support stuff (NPR, microwave cooking, walking in the Rec yard with Mike, it is also tough to write about emotional stuff.

It’s not easy to open those doors without a good escape plan. True, you wrote about feeling USED, but at least you could dive into any number of things to change your mood. So, no I am not faulting you at all. I am just trying to share where I am at.

You can do what you like with the blog. I have always appreciated all the work you have done on my behalf and I have no problem with you letting it go. Just drop me a line once in a while and if it is not too much trouble, you can load up the envelope with blog stuff for me to read.

I do not know exactly where we are at, but having not heard at all from you in a while, well, the silence is killing me. Okay, not killing, but hey it is sort of dark and lonely in here.
  ¶ 10:25 PM