Foot Massage. It is absolutely amazing how much I am indebted to you and my parents. I spent all day locked in a room but was able to munch on some cookies, read the NY Times and some musty love stories, and got a very nice legal case sent in. Now I will be able to sit down and write a paper about my life. So this puts me a leg up on a lot of the other inmates here.

It was pretty breezy last night, so there was actually cold, fresh air coming in the window. I was up fairly late reading and then had trouble going to sleep.

I remembered I forgot my baby oil foot rub. I have started giving myself a foot massage right before I am going to lie down and try to sleep. One thing about the NY Times is that it is not very easy to handle while lying down, so when I cannot sit up any longer, I pour some baby oil in my hand and vigorously rub one foot and then the other, about ten minutes per foot; then once I lie down, sleep comes on much more solid than I have had in a long time. I still do not sleep that long, but when I wake up, I feel much more rested. It is amazing!

I know I wrote about a story about teaching parents of premature babies the art of massage and there are all those books on how different parts of the foot relate to different parts of the body, but hey, skipping it last night was proof enough for me.

Oh, the deep secret part: I did the foot massage, got up and washed my hands and blotted off any excess oil, climbed into bed, read a very sensuous sex scene from a book, and then took matters into my own hand as it were, and even that was more intense than usual. I got up to turn off the light, came back to bed, and slept without the usual tossing and turning.

I do not know if I have mentioned it, but this is the first cell I have had in a long time where I cannot read without the light on, and I have to get out of bed to turn it off. So, I either have to, oh, never mind! You can probably figure out the combination I was going to write. I was just trying to keep the writing interesting.  ¶ 11:24 PM