All the time in the world. It turns out I do have money in my account. I am not sure exactly how they figured it out, but as one Club Fed inmate used to say, "Don’t ask questions in the Big House!"

So, I ordered $24.68 worth of stuff, including eight cans of tuna. There is no mackerel on the commissary list. The thing is, I added the list up several different times and always came up with a different total. Love those fried brain cells.

I picked up a book on America’s terrorist underground. It talks specifically about Timothy McVeigh and the Aryan Republican Army. So I will try and read it. The title is "In Bad Company." It is copyright 2002.

I really need to get back to some "topical" writing but to be honest, I am just a little stressed out. I know that is a bullshit excuse but, man, without any creature comforts and being totally at the mercy of the system, life sort of sucks right now.

The commissary order should be here in the morning and then I will have some deodorant, real soap, washcloths (I have been using one of the nylon handkerchiefs), plus M&M’s, tuna, crackers, and peanut butter. So, that way I can be more selective in what I eat, and also have some flexibility as to when I eat.

The lack of outside world contact either via radio or, at this point, newspapers and magazines is also a missing link. So, I know a lot about delayed gratification now, and dammit, I do not like it one bit.

I am eagerly waiting receiving my first piece of real mail.

I did get generic "Claritin-D, 24-hour tablets" today from the doctor. I took one at around 4:00 PM. I think it is fucking up my eyesight a bit. Plus, my nose is still clogged.

One of the other inmates gave me two Hershey’s Kisses with the almond inside. Yum yum.

One guy next to me is back in jail on a parole violation. He served five years of a six year sentence, and was out for three months when he violated his parole. He is now doing an additional nine months to finish his six year total sentence.

So, that is about all for now from here. I wonder how long it will take them to correct my sentence computation.

I do need to send another letter to Federal Court giving them my new location. So, I have stuff to do, time to do it, but ab-so-fucking-lutely no desire!

Back to bed I go.
  ¶ 8:31 AM