I slept from about 9:30pm standing count until the guard clacked the baton at 11:20pm. I want to complain but "the thing is... we don't have to" (be respectfully quiet).
I was dreaming about accidentally grabbing a big fat tarantula while searching for my underwear and pants during the aftermath of a party. I had a t-shirt on, but yes, only a t-shirt. I set the spider down and it crawled under the couch and then I was worried it would get stepped on. The spider was also not wearing any underwear or pants. Or any clothes at all. I did find a new pair of underwear that fit perfectly and decided to not bother with pants after that. Then I was startled awake by the clack of the guards baton. Don't bother writing to ask what the spider's name was. I will not say. Today I laid around listening to the applause and pounding of other inmates getting excited for football and it struck me as sad and pitiful as well as peculiar. I suppose I watch sports quietly and do not feel the compulsion to pound my hands together in response to the performance of whatever team I may feel some allegiance. Maybe if I was at the game, but not while sitting in front of a TV. Maybe I am wrong but if I get a TV by the Super Bowl then I can double check.
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