Bollox! Fell asleep right after the 9:30pm count last night and my back woke me up about 1:00am. We were doing so okayish the last few days too. My kingdom for a heating pad and some tiny pounding fists.
I dreamt I encountered two young boys looking to graffiti the wall in a long stone tunnel. We exited the tunnel and I could not go back to collect my things. Then I asked a teenager who just parked his truck in the parking lot if I could leave my pocket knife in his truck while I go into the school to talk to my kids teachers. I open the white truck door, confused the handle is forward under the rearview mirror, almost. When I lean over to put the knife in the glove box a police officer is at the door and says he saw drug paraphernalia. I tell him it isn't my vehicle so I cannot consent to any search. Then he tells me to stay right there and goes to find the kid who was driving the truck. I track down his sister in the gym but am awoken when I bend over to toss something in the trash and feel my back pain. My dreams are usually this sort of scrambled eggs emotions and nonsense. Although I have been gifted a pocket knife twice in my life, I have never carried one but in some District Attorney's maybe fantasies. The first was a Swiss army knife when I was about 8 years old. Cut 9 of 10 fingers trying to carve my name into a wooden picnic table because the blade kept folding on me. The second was from a friend who advocates pocket knife culture. It was for Christmas a few years before I was arrested. That knife became my favorite utensil but it remained with my other food weapons in the kitchen drawer and never rode around in my pocket. "Drawer knife" sounds funny though so I think we stick to "pocket" as it implies that it folds to be safely carried and "folds-to-be-safely-carried" is much too long and inconvenient to say or print. Odd that a dream including a folds-to-be-safely-carried knife did not include food or a picnic table. Maybe that was me dreaming about being hungry. Not that I ever know why exactly I write about what I do or whom I may be writing to but, yes, nine of my fings had bandaids on them and Josh's knife did not collapse so easily. He finished carving his initials without any self-inflicted wounds and looked at my bandaged hands and incomplete carving like I was too stupid or hard headed to give up and neither possibility could really make sense to him. I think the second time it snapped shut on my fingers he looked like he was searching to see if I had cut any fingers off, completely. So if you pick out a pocket knife for your kids, go with the one that doesn't have a corkscrew and spoon, and looks in place real solid. Plus, no kids need corkscrews anyway. It could only encourage alcoholism as just about nothing but wine is sealed with corks nowadays. We don't need Tommy sneaking snifter into school. The third grade teacher and school counselor wouldn't know if detention or intervention would be appropriate course of action. I see the physical therapist today about 1:00 to 1:30pm. Back? The devil. Elbow? No change. Foot? Better. May shoulder has been enjoying the exercise. Nate updates his notes. Today is also nice enough to go outside for rec. I am playing with fire shooting the basketball. My back may not forgive me for it but there is so little movement that he rest of me is dying for some sort of activity. I also worry that when the snow accumulates then it will be months before I will have another opportunity. The guy who was initially reluctant to share the phone bothered to offer it to me today. Not sure what provoked his change of heart but patients again proves effective which is good. Punchy is probably the fastest way to gain any respect or clout but it will probably upset security staff. I don't need anything that might demand medical attention since that is all but absent. One of the inmates says that the guy a few cells down in 106 has been issued disciplinary tickets for his behavior. It is intentionally disruptive so it seems befitting. He seems to howl less since I said something to him at rec a week ago. At least between 10:00pm and 6:00am. He still does though. Weirdo.
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