Finally got my Jailhouse Lawyer's Manual. I sent a letter to the Columbia Law School yesterday asking about the Jailhouse Lawyer's Manual and sure enough it showed up in today's legal mail. That is one less thing to worry about.

My Dad placed the original order for it two months ago and the invoice they enclosed shows FCI Beckley as the address. Oops, I wonder if Dad made the mistake, having a senior moment or what.

I opened a can of tuna; I was too lazy to cut up any onions so I just mixed in some mustard and a little lemon juice, did the quarter piece of American cheese thing on crackers, and dinner was served. I was still hungry when I exited the shower and added a peanut butter and honey sandwich. I am full now.

I have now been here for two months. Time flies when one is having fun. NOT.

I really need the ability to be self-affirming in my stay here. That is where the various puzzles will certainly come in handy. Positive feedback. There is so little of that here. Okay forget little, try none.

I have used the ribbon for my last few letters since I would rather not ask for more carbon paper, but I am rapidly eating my way through ribbon number two of four. That is one of the reasons I need an office supply catalog; so that I can make up a specific order for Mom and Dad to buy. Left to their own devices, they get too confused.  ¶ 11:40 AM