June 17, 2024

I am awakened by the guards 1:00 rounds. It is uncomfortably humid, so much so that I wonder if I should have wrapped my TV and radio in plastic bags to protect them, but fear doing so now might just trap them with the humidity. Everything is sticky and gross. The paper I am writing on is limp and I keep most of my writing supplies put away. It will reduce the number of letters I send out, but I have developed a sore on my left elbow since I spend so much time on my elbows and knees dealing with my back pain. Fewer letters is probably a good thing for all the complaining I do. It is always best to rip up the letters before I seal them in an envelope. I feel quite adverse to a lot of what I write about and I hope what does make it to the recipients is weighed with a lot of sympathy. Never enough sleep and unpleasant conditions constantly work against me. Maybe if I contemplate ways to detect a Zacnetic field around the directional flow of radiant energy, then I might fall asleep again.