It is going to be a long summer.
Received your letter today. Thanks.
I had thought we, and I mean the collective we of blog readers, had read my thoughts on the "too busy" things. We all have the same hours per day. I currently have a locker full of New York Times that I would love to read in greater detail but alas, I have other demands on my time. We all make choices on how we spend our days, and I guess some might look into my life and realize their life is better and then when they have lifted themselves up, well I get less.
7:30 PM and I was just going to take a shower but they are now cleaning the bathroom, so I am back to typing. It has been an interesting few days, and I am just managing to hang on to the little bits of emotional energy I have.
It turns out that my Thursday paper was mislabeled by the mail room and sent to the G dorm on Friday. I am in F dorm, literally right next door. But instead of figuring out who I was, it was sent back to the mail room and with the
Monday holiday, I ended up with five papers at Tuesday mail call.
I spent most of yesterday late afternoon and evening reading Thursday's paper and completing the crossword puzzle. There was quite a lot to read in Thursday's paper including the lengthy article on
LOST. It certainly does sound like a great TV show and I probably would like it but since it is not a regular show watched by lots on inmates, I would end up getting pissed off when I could not watch.
Even though I complain about only getting the one radio stations, it has been off the air since Saturday. So as I type this, not only am I hot, sweaty and in a pissed off mood, I get to listen to the "
brothers" playing their rap tapes since between the two big fans and floor buffer machines, the officer on the opposite side of the room can not hear the tape.
Ah, a thunder clap. Maybe it will rain. Even though we have lots of windows open it is still way too hot and humid. I am in my cotton shorts and T-shirt and am sweating just trying to type this letter. It is a little cooler in the night for sleeping but not much. While working I am sweating bullets. It is going to be a long summer.