January 8th, 2552 Exhaustion has its benefits
When you’re too tired to rise to the bait one of two things happen – you either end up being the victim or they leave you alone because your lack of reaction kinda takes the fun out of picking on you.
It also helps if they know that you’re there because you are a convicted murderer.
Thankfully, bunkmates grew tired of baiting me and went back to reading. I stared at the bulkhead until lights out, hoping that my arms would fall off, and then I spent most of the night afraid they would.
You’d think after sweeping and mopping the hangar yesterday, that it would reasonably clean today. It doesn’t seem to work that way. No, from the look of things, maintenance is messy work and requires constant clean-up.
I’m beginning to seriously rethink the whole laundry thing.