It sucks to be blue in prison. Well it is 2:00 PM and it is now officially one of those days when you know you are in prison, and life is not fair.

One of the other inmates managed to get a permit from medical for a hard metal bed. It turns out there were only two of us that had the solid metal beds and no permit. As luck would have it, the other person was Lofton, the same obnoxious inmate that I wrote about last week that thought he owned the recreation yard.

The end result was that the officer said since I had only been here six months and Lofton had been here for over one year he would get to keep his bed. The somewhat aggravating point is that Lofton is a pain in the ass the all the officers. The one thing I will admit is that if I was an officer, I might go with the inmate that would bitch less at me. I lost my bed.

Tomorrow morning I will be awoken at 6:00 AM and start the process of getting the official paperwork that gives me the right to a solid metal bed. The alternative is this wire and spring base that my three inch mattress sits on. This also makes it less comfortable to sit on, and forget about using the typewriter on it

That is my day so far. I did not do any writing yesterday but I have read all the way up to and including July 30, Saturday's New York Times.

I am going to work on getting some of the letters I need to get out. At this point I need to write letters to at least four different people. I am going to work on those and then do some posts. Will I be blessed with a letter from you today?

I am working hard at keeping myself together, but it is not easy. I have been hitting the Diet Coke pretty hard and have gone through four of the eight six-packs and am two cans into the fifth one as of now. Commissary does not arrive till next Tuesday, one hundred and forty-four hours from now. But who is counting?

At least I am still doing the walking. Today I was really hoping for some divine intervention and it was 9:00 AM and I was still lying in bed. I got up changed into my shorts, and went out and did forty-five laps in that first hour. I came in and had some water and went back out and even though I thought I was not moving all that fast, still did another forty-five. It seems that I am well trained to not dip below that number. I think it is pretty cool. Interesting, the song now playing in my ears, "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow."

Well it is now 6:00 PM and I was not the recipient of any mail again today. It has been ten days since my last letter.

I had half of an Italian beef sausage with two slices of American cheese for lunch. The alternate non-meat item for lunch was four slices of American cheese. I had Tom slice his sausage down the middle and traded him half of the sausage for two slices of cheese.

Dinner tonight was real garbage, and I decided to try and cheer myself up with a quick pasta and octopus meal. I have had that about one hour ago. I have opened my second soda of the day and already started on my bedtime Hershey Bar. Still feeling blue.

I need to proof and print what I have typed so far. I am fairly close to putting the typewriter away and getting into a book. I am hoping that once I finish printing the stuff I have finished, I might be energized to get some of the letters I owe done.

God, it sucks to be blue in prison. I guess that is all for now.  ¶ 7:19 AM